Last week, I asked you to look for the threads.

Not to pull your whole life’s blanket apart.

Not to go digging through your childhood looking for something “terrible” that happened.

I simply asked you to notice the way your body responds to outside stimuli.

A phrase you say when you’re overwhelmed.

A reaction that seems bigger than the moment.

A feeling that seems strangely familiar.

A little voice inside you that says:

“See? There it is again.”

Because once we begin noticing the threads, we can ask a deeper question:

What am I learning about myself?

And perhaps even more importantly:

Is how I interpreted my life experiences eons ago still influencing the way I experience the world now?

Think about my third-grade kickball story from last week.

I wasn’t delusional. Even as a young kid, I knew I wasn’t great at kickball. But I still wanted to play— to be included. To be chosen.

So, when player after player was chosen, while I still stood there, waiting—hoping— it hurt. I was acutely aware that my peers didn’t think I brought much value to the table.

I was embarrassed. And… I remember feeling very… small.

The moment itself lasted only a few minutes. Recess ended. I went home. Life moved on. At first glance, it didn’t seem like a big deal.

But a while back, I felt prodded to ask myself the question: what might a little girl carry forward from something like that?

Maybe nothing.

Or maybe she interpreted the experience as:

I’m not the one people want.

Other people are better than me.

I have to prove myself.

I have to work harder to be chosen.

I’m going to be overlooked.

Maybe even, “Stepping out to try new things will lead to disappointment and maybe even humiliation. It’s safer to not try!”

Notice that I didn’t say, “She learned she wasn’t wanted.”

Now let me be perfectly clear. The experience was real. The hurt was real.

But the conclusion she drew from it was an interpretation.

And interpretations aren’t necessarily absolute truth.

Especially when we’re young, we can come up with answers that make perfect sense to a child—but don’t necessarily tell the whole truth.

A child doesn’t have the perspective or life experience of an adult. She simply knows:

Something happened.

It hurt.

I need to understand why.

And sometimes the explanation she creates becomes a “thread”. A small piece of a growing manifesto that slowly becomes her operation manual.

When a Thread Becomes a Lens

Here’s where things get really interesting.

The thread doesn’t just affect how I see myself.

It affects what I expect to find in the world.

Imagine a woman who interpreted an experience as:

I’m not the one people choose.

Years later, a friend forgets to invite her on an outing.

It hurts.

But something deeper may whisper:

“See? There it is again.”

Someone else gets the promotion.

“See? There it is again.”

A group makes plans without her.

“See? There it is again.”

Someone chooses somebody else.

“See? There it is again.”

Now, this does not mean she imagined those things.

It doesn’t mean other people’s choices don’t matter or impact us.

And it certainly doesn’t mean every painful experience is somehow her fault because she’s “too emotional”.

We’re exploring something more subtle:

The belief may influence what she notices, what she expects, and how she interprets what happens next.

If I’ve interpreted my experiences as evidence that I’m unwanted, rejection may become especially loud to me.

If I’ve interpreted my experiences as evidence that my needs are inconvenient, I may notice every sigh when I ask for something.

If I’ve interpreted my experiences as evidence that love must be earned, I may instinctively begin performing when I feel insecure.

The world hasn’t necessarily changed.

But the lens through which I experience the world has.

And that distinction is enormous.

Because we don’t want to tell women they’re overreacting.

We want to give them a reason their reaction might make sense.

Not to excuse every reaction.

Not to blame everything on the past.

But to become curious about what’s happening underneath the reaction.

“Why Is This Bugging Me So Much?”

You’ve probably said it.

Something happens.

Maybe it really is a little thing.

Someone doesn’t text back.

A friend seems distracted.

Someone criticizes your work.

You’re left out of something.

Someone chooses somebody else.

And suddenly you’re much more hurt, angry, anxious, embarrassed, or rejected than you expected to be.

“Why am I this upset?!”

Sometimes the answer is simply:

Because it hurt.

But sometimes there’s another question worth asking:

Is my reaction entirely about what is happening right now?

That isn’t an accusation.

It’s an invitation.

Because maybe today’s experience has touched an older thread.

Maybe you’ve felt this before.

And before.

See? There it is again.

What Would I Have to Believe About Myself?

Instead of immediately asking:

“What’s wrong with me?”

try asking: