Rent-Free Thoughts in a Penthouse Brain

If you ever asked me, “What’s your favorite thing about yourself?” I’d probably answer, “My mind—because it’s got better range than my home Wi-Fi and rarely disconnects in awkward social situations.”

There’s something magical about liking your own brain. It’s not about IQ or degrees or how many tabs you can keep open without crashing (though, to be honest, that’s impressive too). It’s about how your mind becomes your favorite hangout spot—where ideas flirt with dreams, overthinking throws surprise parties, and imagination hosts TED Talks at 2 a.m.

“My mind is like a browser—19 tabs open, 3 frozen, and I have no idea where the music is coming from.”
– Anonymous, but possibly my inner voice.

I like that my brain has a sense of humor, a heart full of stories, and a tendency to narrate life like it’s a sitcom. When something goes wrong, it doesn’t panic; it rolls the credits and adds blooper reels. When something goes right, it gives an Oscar-worthy acceptance speech in the mirror, complete with imaginary applause.

My mind is also my safehouse. It’s where I retreat when reality gets nosy, where I write letters I’ll never send and rehearse conversations that will never happen. It forgives slowly but loves quickly. It’s full of contradictions—and I love that about it.

“I am not what happened to me, I am what I choose to become.”
– Carl Jung

Sure, sometimes my brain overanalyzes why the dog looked at me weird, or replays that embarrassing thing I said in 2008—but it also dreams up ideas that make me laugh in the shower, and remembers to check if I turned off the gas (eventually).

Thought to ponder:
If your own mind isn’t your favorite place to be, maybe it’s time to redecorate. Add some kindness, throw in a quirky rug of self-acceptance, and don’t forget to dust off the corners where your dreams are hiding.

Because at the end of the day, the longest relationship you’ll ever have is with your own thoughts. Make it a love story worth telling.