What does it mean to be truly authentic? I’m thinking about people in my life that seem to always show you their true colors. Have they really figured out how to be so fearless that they let it all hang out regardless of what people might think?
I believe that we all monitor ourselves yet some more severely than others. Maybe more authentic people just have smaller filters. Maybe their self-deprecating humor is still just a cover up to throw us off the discovery path of the real crap they’re hiding. If I were truly authentic would I just go ahead and post all of my bad habits publicly for all to see? Would I just put all my crap on the table on a first date by saying;
“Look, just so you know from the start, I don’t really like being 30 lbs overweight. I spend over an hour in the morning getting ready. Otherwise I would pretty much look like a disaster. I have a floordrobe on the bottom of my closet floor because I despise doing laundry. I write this blog because I sometimes have no idea who the hell I am or what else I should be doing. I’m a bad driver and have totaled at least 7 vehicles. I tend to be a hoarder and I’m a terrible cook.”
No, I don’t think that’s it at all.
Authenticity means to be an original. Each of us are just emulating the hundreds of people who have influenced us negatively or positively throughout our lives. As long as I am not being who I’m not, I will allow myself to emulate the incredibly unique combination of personalities that have impacted my life.