I have been thinking lately of what an approval addict I was/am. That being liked by everyone was more important than being true to who I was. Piping up, taking up space, speaking my mind, airing my voice. I think some of you will be able to nod your head to that one. Its only been really recently that I realised Im f*cking tired of the silence and the little white lies or the big whacking elephant sized ones. The ones that I told myself, other people, people I love, people I had never met before. And all to keep in an endless circle of perception; of being something that I thought I had to be or they wanted me to be. Ridiculous. I think the worst though was that sometimes I didnt even realise I was doing it; nor probably cared. How mad is that? I think thats where the last part of the quote in this pic comes into play for me. I didnt love who I was, f*ck I didnt even like or actually know me. If there is one thing that I have learned over these past two years is that it all starts with that one choice. To open up and to get to know yourself, unpack, stretch out, delve, explore. Be. No judgement, just wonder, and a curiosity, and an intention to not go back. Tough. But do-able. You with me?
Posted on: Thu, 16 Oct 2014 10:35:03 +0000