We often get so caught up in our lives that we don’t stop to really think about the paths we’re on, about what it really takes to get through a day, a month, a year. We’re too busy with work, school, significant others, trying to have the best bikini body, succeeding, achieving, pushing forward that we forget what it means to be fully human.
We forget to be real.
We forget that we’re allowed to act like we’re real.
But what does “real” even mean?
I think being real is owning up to the whole picture of yourself.
It’s not abandoning parts of yourself because you’re ashamed of them.
It’s not leaving out chapters of your story because you wish they hadn’t happened or you’re afraid of what others will say if they knew about those dark, cobweb infested corners of your psyche.
Being real means being shiny and happy and sparkly at times, and at others letting yourself admit to being worn down.
Being real means having that rare kind of bravery where you’re willing to share those stories, the ones that make you feel deeply raw, human, and vulnerable.
Deep down you know that it’s those stories that have the power to connect you to others.
Yes, they might also alienate others, but that just means that they aren’t part of your tribe.
You shouldn’t not tell your story because it won’t resonate with some.
What about all the other people it will help? What about all those awesome folks out there who say, “Yeah, I’m picking up what she’s putting down and I like it?”
Being real is hard work.
Being human is hard work.
It can be downright terrifying to put yourself out there and say, “This is who I am, this is my story.” But if you can’t do that, what are you really wanting to get out of life?
When was the last time you had a deep, visceral heart-to-heart (or mind-to-mind) with someone?
When was the last time you connected with another human being over something more than your shared love of pumpkin spice lattés and how cute your dog is?
I vote we cut the bullshit and start being more real. Maybe not all at once, but step by step.
I suggest we start becoming real.
Because it’s only when we’re real that we can truly be loved.