Authenticity . . . it is something that is becoming far too rare. I am so grateful for the people in my life who show up authentically. I am even more grateful for the times when I am able and WILLING to show up as my authentic self.
For so long, my biggest concern was showing up as others "expected" me to (or, more accurately, as I thought they expected me to.) I have, for so many years of my life, wanted to be what others wanted me to be. I am so happy - and so frightened to be - showing up as who I am . . . as my authentic self.
I have long thought that I should be what others want . . . and it is so much of who I am, but contaminated by what I think others need or desire. Isn't it laughable how we are, indeed, our own worst enemies? I am ready and anxious to be my own best friend.
When I am not being authentic, I find that I want to stay away from those who see me in my brilliance, who see my core, my authentic self. When I am trying to please, I end up ostracizing the people who love me the most. Counter-intuitive, don't you think?
To those of you who know me personally, thank you for being patient as I discover who I am without the story of who I think I should be. And, thank you for being my teachers of what it means to show up as authentic.
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