Thinking tonight. Thinking about who I am, really. Deep down, when all the pretense is stripped away. What makes me tick? Is it so different from what makes everyone else tick?
I found myself saying to a friend the other day, that I get so tired trying to be strong all the time. What if the truth about me is that I'm small...and I just try to puff myself up all the time and appear to be successful, brilliant, smart, engaging, generous, etc. Or maybe the truth about me is that I really am amazing, and the smallness is a moment of weakness, a chip in the finish, that should be buffed out?
What if both are the true story of me?
I remember talking to a friend, way back when I was in college. I had broken up with a man I thought was my ticket to happily ever after. I was talking to my friend, feeling confused and alone, and I said "I don't have the slightest idea of who I am." I'm not sure I know any better now, though I have moments.
I feel amazing when I am hard at work and things are coming together.
I feel invigorated when I am holding a challenging yoga pose, or when I hear music that makes me smile.
In moments like these, I'm not thinking about who I have to look like I am. I'm just doing what comes naturally. Maybe when I start to worry about it, that's when I cease to be me.
Just some thoughts.
Be yourself, friends.
I found myself saying to a friend the other day, that I get so tired trying to be strong all the time. What if the truth about me is that I'm small...and I just try to puff myself up all the time and appear to be successful, brilliant, smart, engaging, generous, etc. Or maybe the truth about me is that I really am amazing, and the smallness is a moment of weakness, a chip in the finish, that should be buffed out?
What if both are the true story of me?
I remember talking to a friend, way back when I was in college. I had broken up with a man I thought was my ticket to happily ever after. I was talking to my friend, feeling confused and alone, and I said "I don't have the slightest idea of who I am." I'm not sure I know any better now, though I have moments.
I feel amazing when I am hard at work and things are coming together.
I feel invigorated when I am holding a challenging yoga pose, or when I hear music that makes me smile.
In moments like these, I'm not thinking about who I have to look like I am. I'm just doing what comes naturally. Maybe when I start to worry about it, that's when I cease to be me.
Just some thoughts.
Be yourself, friends.
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