Image of a piece I got from Kai Skye at flyingedna.com
During a recent sleepless night I asked myself what it meant to be myself. And whether or not I ever had to pay a price for it.
Have you asked yourself what “being yourself” really means? Do you feel free to be yourself?
Sure, there are things we share about ourselves and things we keep to ourselves. (Today we share a whole lot more than we ever did, thanks to social media. But do we really thank them? That’s another story.)
As a writer, I know lots of people who enjoy alone time. And of course, I know many people who get energy from being with others.
People are expected to be social. But are you, really? I’m not, although some people assume I am.
What is it you really, really love to do? Do you feel comfortable doing it?
What kind of tradeoffs are you willing to make in how you are with people? Do you hide important parts of who you are?
Why do so many consider being alone so bad?
As I aged and grew more confident in general, being myself was much easier than it was when I was younger. Because I was one of those people who never really fit the mold. And I have always needed way more alone time than most.
I don’t really have a fully formed post today, just asking questions. I’d love to hear your thoughts on them.
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