authenticity will save you.
“We have to dare to be ourselves, however frightening or strange that self may prove to be.” ― May Sarton
There comes a time in our lives when the activities of others should fall away into the recesses of our yesterdays. That time is now.
There comes a day when our past should be made to stay there; when we should leave others to be as they wish to be; when we should honor the version of us that is so eager to emerge. That day is today.
We can not accomplish great things—be it career, be it health, be it love—without a deep bow of farewell to the pieces of our past, no matter how alluring or accessible those pieces may remain.
Embrace who you are by ignoring what you are not—you are not the girlfriend of the ex, you are not the old job you kept, the cruel words you slung, the mistakes, the triumphs, the disappointments, the celebrations.
You are not your yesterday.
You are not me.
You are you.
You are the you that is living a life completely unique to every other life that spins around you. Don’t you squander that. Don’t you dare diminish the magic of that rarity by trying to recreate a life that is not yours.
Authenticity: the most extraordinary magic in the universe—magic of the heart, ripe with honesty and love.
So I challenge you to break away from everything you want to be and listen to the whispers of who you are.
Be authentic, even when it scares the life out of you; because the life it scares away will be the weird, recycled bits that you attached, like decoupage, in fear. And the layers that melt away will resemble sticky, lacquered clumps of paper—awkward attempts of a former skin you tried to wear.
Authenticity is naked; it is raw and honest and free. Authenticity is the flesh of a bare ass and unkempt pubic hair; it is a laugh so fierce it sings and a voice so proud it inspires.
Authenticity is who you are when no one is watching.
And to remember that “you,” you must only recall the forever-moments—moments that have been carved into the walls of your heart.
You will know forever-moments; they will fill you with heat, a fierce magic that spins wildly in your chest. You’ll crack open when they happen, and you’ll crack open again when you recall them—a Fabergé ribcage, split open and filled with light, pouring from your center like a beacon.
When you find those moments, you must stop.
Stop to offer yourself completely to everything that swirls around you. Let the feeling settle into your skin, become intimately acquainted with the sensation of a forever-moment—for this is the sensation of purpose, and purpose is the bedmate of authenticity. Let the two tangle in the sheets together—let them have their sexy fling, then watch in awe as a the fire sparks in your soul. Let their limbs twist together in a mass unrecognizable; let their sweat pool and their breaths dance and their voices bellow out together: yes, yes.. yes!
Embrace the sacred romance. Bottle the passion in your heart.
Be fearlessly authentic, child.
Be unapologetically you.