“To be yourself in a world that is constantly trying to make you something else is the greatest accomplishment.” -Ralph Waldo Emerson
I keep thinking about this quote every time I read or hear someone say, “It’s not brave to be yourself.”
That’s like the bravest thing ever.
To peel back the layers of your parents shit, your siblings shit, your neighbors shit, teachers, classmates, extended family, church, coaches, media, town, state, country, world’s shit, and don’t even get me started on your past lives shit. That’s a lot of SHIT.
It’s heavy, it’s grueling work: it stinks, it’s lonely, it’s exhausting, not to mention, terrifying.
It’s so much easier to just go with the flow, on one hand. That is if you can ignore the hollow vacancy growing inside your heart begging you to be you.
The most difficult part of it all: What feels like choosing you, over them.
“It’s so selfish,” they may respond. “How could you do this to us?”
There’s nothing more frightening to our tribal brain than banishment.
So, to risk being cast off the island, solitary confinement of sorts, one has to have made an incredible leap of faith internally.
To trust that the world will learn to love you as you are. That you were made just as you should be. That you are whole in the eyes of the Universe. That your heart knew best all along.
Yes, Emerson, I agree. That’s a big effin accomplishment!
I leave you with this: When have you dared to be you and won bigtime? I have a lot of vulnerability victories, but I want to hear from you!