It came back again. All the thoughts about what I should have done differently in that situation. Her words continued to plague me and make me feel worse about the event. It played on repeat. I wanted it to stop.
“Why are you so obsessed with me?”
The lyrics from the Mariah Carey song also entered my head. I sang along and enjoyed it. I welcomed it every time it came back. It is so catchy. When I hit the extent of my lyrical knowledge, I realized something. This is the exact same situation, but it feels different. One thought on repeat is welcomed. The other is shunned. Both were based on how I chose to think about them.
So I took the situation, snipped out what she said, and mentally remixed it. I stretched out the vocals, added in a beat, and jammed to the house music I just created. Instead of haunting me, it was entertaining me and challenging my creativity. Rather than being controlled by my thoughts, I became the master DJ and spun them as I wished.
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