Hello Friends, as May 2019 comes to a close, I hope your wellness journey continues to be a priority. Body, mind, and soul. Always evolving into something new and often challenging, not necessarily a ‘better’ you... as you are perfect as you are in this moment, but a you that FEELS life energetically, authentically, honestly and kindly.
The last posting I mentioned masks and how many we may or may not have. I suppose society often refers to them as hats... the reason I like the word masks is because it feels like something that hides us, and hats sort of implies something we just wear for the time being. As much as I enjoyed my life in the service industry... since I was 13, I learned very early which mask I needed to wear in order to make money and essentially survive. Even in my younger days as a child, I learned what mask to wear in order to be seen, or heard. Or of course, the opposite how to become invisible. I play the consummate host on the average; lighthearted laughter, flirty by nature. They can still serve me well in day-to-day life, but it is not truly who I am. I have gotten so good at being able to hide my real self behind these masks and facades, that I've almost forgotten what I look like. I mean that in the proverbial sense, not the actual. It's a strange feeling. As I spiral down that rabbit hole, I realize that perhaps I don't actually know what I ‘look’ like, I've worn so many masks over my entire life span that I've only seen glimpses of my authentic self along the way. The beautiful thing is, I like her very much... she is patient and kind, she is witty and charming, she is an active listener who doesn't interrupt people or push to be seen. She is a softer version of the daily me, she is not materialistic, she does not judge.... she is a quiet observer, who feels more than she may care to admit. I believe her fear, if it is a fear... is that if she takes all those masks off, what is left? Will people still like her? And does that even matter? I do know that it is very necessary to wear masks from time to time, to protect ourselves in situations where we may be vulnerable to a degree of self-harm. But it is essential that we have a space somewhere in our world where we can take those masks off, take off the makeup, throw the hats on the hat rack, leave our weapons at the door, and just be our beautiful selves. Without the fear of being ridiculed judged or abandoned. I used to think that that space was with other people, or only found with a certain small circle of people. Such as my immediate family and my Mom whom I miss so much. What I've come to realize is; I am home, I am love, I am safety, and I'm the only one who truly knows who I am. I know this is a bit heavy, but it has been weighing on me, and I've been noticing masks on others and longing to see their rawest, purest most sunshiny self. Life is not a masquerade party after all! Can you imagine if we all showed our true selves... without fear, I believe it could be a kinder world. Food for thought I guess, as I can't figure this all out in 500 words. Life.... such a gift, worth slowly unwrapping. Yours is waiting, live it now!
