It’s tough to be completely oneself around others. There is a certain and distinct vulnerability there - intimidating enough to scare the daylights out of most people.
Don’t get me wrong - I’m scared, too. I carry my own hefty bag of insecurities. I know the heartache of imprisonment to petty fears.
But I am not resigned to any fate. I will not allow the quality of this experience to be dictated by my fears of it. I wish not to darken another moment with the shadow of my insecurities. I am determined to become free of these burdens.
Yes, I am scared, too.
I’m scared that who I am may not be enough.
I am scared that who I am might be too much.
I’m afraid that I may not be accepted for who I am - so helplessly paralyzed by fear of rejection.
I am afraid that I might not be appreciated; or even noticed, for that matter.
Yes, I am afraid to be me. It seems so risky!
But if not myself, then who?
I can no longer content myself with religious dedication to pretended personalities. In fact, I am fed up with it - sick with filling roles; tired of playing pretend.
I must be myself if it is the last thing that I do!
Let anxiety tear me limb from limb;
let the phantoms of imaginary fears cling to my tortured mind like leeches;
let the Process of Becoming expose me for a freak, a failure, a fool;
let all of creation laugh or cry or shrug with indifference at the end result -
none of this is my concern.
I can only surrender, and fall - naked and without apology - into the virgin state of honest self-expression.
I can only be me.
Soul - my story is very similar, and still unfolding! :)
Cynthia - BE inspired! You've got everything it takes, my friend!
David - edit away! Feel absolutely free to make it your own.