Friday, April 15, 2016

Staying Authentic: CHECK YO' FACES



How often do you put on a brave face? 

Every day we put on a face. It's the mother face, the daughter face, the friend face, the workplace face, the going to the grocery store face. Wherever we go, there's a face. Once in a while, though, we need to step back and ask ourselves just how different all of those faces we put on are.

Now, of course, we’re going to be a little bit different in every situation - but is it a little bit different? Or is it completely different? Would our home face be recognized by our work face? Would our grocery store face be recognized by our friend face? Or would the people in our lives recognize us in any of our different faces? So often we put on so many different faces that we lose ourselves because we have become so many different people.

How often do we stop, step back and say, “Who am I really?” Who is the person that I want to be? Who is the person I want to show the world? Are these people the same people? 

Personally, my fear when I put on all of these different faces is that I stop being true to my inner face - the face of who I really am. Then I begin to ask myself, is it just me? Am I the only one with this dilemma? Am I the only one who puts on so many different faces? Are other people more constant in the face they show the world? Or do other people ask themselves the same questions?

I often think that all of the insecurities we harbor and all of the second-guessing ourselves we do lead us to further entrench ourselves into our different faces. We are so concerned with the person our different worlds want us to be that we stop being the person we are in reality. Sometimes we even forget who that person is or should be; we become the person we think others want. This idea has begun to scare me lately because, when I get right down to it, I like me. I’m funny, a little crazy, loving, mostly responsible, and a whole lot more. I don’t want to be a person that hides any of that - because that's just me being authentically myself.

While I can’t flip the bird at the world and what it wants of me (well, not at the whole world), I can begin to look deeper at each of the faces I put on. I can begin to ask myself what I want and not what other people want. I can begin to stop trying to please the world and begin to please me. That is one of the hardest parts - staying true to me. Keeping my real face.

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