So, I’m going to be real right now. Not that I’m ever fake, and that’s what I’m talking about.
I hear a lot of people talk about facades and how we seek authenticity, but find it hard to be authentic.
I’ve actually found it harder to not be me.
I’ll give you an example: in the sixth grade, I had just moved back to the small base in the UK where I had lived when I was in elementary school. I’m a military brat, so I was used to moving often, but I had hit that awkward preteen stage where acceptance was at the top of my wish list.
I was befriended by a group of “popular girls”, who proceeded to try to mold me to their idea of who I should be. Even at twelve year’s old, I knew it wasn’t right. I wasn’t like them, and I didn’t want to be.
So, I walked away from them. I walked away from being popular. I wanted to be me- the me I truly was at the age of twelve. I didn’t care if I was ostracized and left out. I just wanted real friends who appreciated who I actually was.
In my continual search for “self”, I read a lot of self-help books and watch podcasts from influencers who seem to get it. I’m, at this moment, trying to “manifest” the life I want, but that’s not the point. These experts all say that you must get back to that essential you that, apparently, everyone covers up.
The good news: I already have half the work done. I know who I am. I can’t help it.
Phew! That’s one part down.
How about you? Are you acquainted with your true, unadulterated self?