January 5, 2016
Always The Write Time
Author, Editing, Grief, Happiness, Publishing, Writing
balm, battle, believe, confused, destination, devotions, embolden, inspire, journey, love, masks, sincerity, transparency, true, trust, vulnerable
During a recent visit with a close family member, she thanked me for my transparency after I’d shared a personal battle with which I wrestle. Later that day, that same transparency fell under attack when someone accused me of acting and speaking devoid of sincerity. Perhaps many of us hide behind walls in order to protect our vulnerability, but find ourselves able to shed the self-imposed masks in the presence of those who inspire, embolden and love us without condition into our true selves—ickies and all. So when our transparent selves are rejected, it’s not unusual to feel battered and bruised. However, the next morning, my puffy eyes the sole evidence of a confused and depleted heart, I spent my quiet time randomly choosing devotions that provided a comforting balm. And one after the other reminded me to trust the destination no matter what my journey looks like today. While I continue to be true to self.
How easy is it for you to trust the destination?
Image courtesy of Stuart Miles at FreeDigitalPhotos.net.
May 1, 2013
Always The Write Time
Author, Editing, Nontraditional College Graduate, Publishing, scribes @ ASU, Uncategorized, Writing
complacency, conform, consequences, emptiness, masks, nihility
[Image credit: Stuart Miles]
In my recent Word-of-the-month post, I talked about the nihility — or deep void — I’ve been struggling with lately. After contemplating this overall emptiness, however, I’m wondering if it isn’t so much the missing something as it is not living out a life of day-to-day authenticity. Instead of living a life true to ourselves, we oftentimes insist on conforming or fitting into a mold of what we (or others) think our lives should look like. So rather than being who and what we were created to be, we force ourselves into pretend roles of complacency. Then how do we live authentically? Do we shed our masks, disregarding the consequences of our actions, and take the chance that we’ll be accepted as we are: dreams, flaws, desires and all? Or do we continue to forge ahead, dressed in ill-fitting clothing because we’re either afraid, or because it’s the right thing to do? For me, the answer currently seems as elusive as the wind.
Are you living a life of authenticity?
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