What's Your Story?
In the last six months, I have sat down on four different occasions to write a letter or statement to decribe who I am. Four different times I have sat and outlined how I want my community to know me and accept me, but I find that I end up defending my character. And each time I thought I was done and could put a bow on it, the writing on the paper broke me a little more.
Have you ever tried to write your story? Tried to explain what makes you, who you are? I have taken at least six personality tests and have read more than 10 different books to learn more about myself and the way I am. And I can say for certain, that while each of those things taught me something, I still don't know that I can write my story.
When I think of telling someone my story, there is a lot to celebrate, but there is a lot of pain. There is a lot of pride, but also some shame. But no matter what, it all comes down to how much vulnerability I want to take on. Ya, ya, ya... I know there are at least four of you who are laughing because you think vulnerability is like my middle name. It hasn't always been. In fact, up until 3-4 years ago, I was pretty closed off and I sheltered a lot of my stuff because I never knew how it would go over. 4 years ago life changed, I was depressed for a short period of time, and I had to "cowboy up" as my mom would say.
Choosing to surrender things this year was a very conscious decision to accept my broken pieces and learn how to tell my story anyways.
So here is to learning who I am, and sharing it with the people I love most... and sharing it in the most perfectly imperfect ways. So who's ready to exchange stories?
Have you ever tried to write your story? Tried to explain what makes you, who you are? I have taken at least six personality tests and have read more than 10 different books to learn more about myself and the way I am. And I can say for certain, that while each of those things taught me something, I still don't know that I can write my story.
When I think of telling someone my story, there is a lot to celebrate, but there is a lot of pain. There is a lot of pride, but also some shame. But no matter what, it all comes down to how much vulnerability I want to take on. Ya, ya, ya... I know there are at least four of you who are laughing because you think vulnerability is like my middle name. It hasn't always been. In fact, up until 3-4 years ago, I was pretty closed off and I sheltered a lot of my stuff because I never knew how it would go over. 4 years ago life changed, I was depressed for a short period of time, and I had to "cowboy up" as my mom would say.
Choosing to surrender things this year was a very conscious decision to accept my broken pieces and learn how to tell my story anyways.
So here is to learning who I am, and sharing it with the people I love most... and sharing it in the most perfectly imperfect ways. So who's ready to exchange stories?
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