What if we were real.
After my speech last week where I revealed to fellow colleagues more about my personal Suessville, I received a high five, several questions about the silliness you would expect a Murphy’s Law girl to get, but I also received quite a few comments about the courage it takes to admit vulnerability and being ok with the changes thrown my way- choices outside of my hula hoop.
Today, as I listen to Mandisa’s, ” What if we were real”, I can’t help but wonder how many of us face the bold changes of our lives and put on the “brave face” on a regular basis. I’ve admitted I do when in my professional world- meaning, I turn the “on” switch and do my thing. It’s not that I’m pretending to be someone I’m not, rather I turn on a second part of the authentic me. The other part of my life stays dormant until the weekend or real down time. I suspect many of us do the same…when the kids are around, when the boss is watching us present an idea, when our family needs us, when a friend is in need, etc. It’s really about what “authentic” means in the moment, right?
I am authentic in sadness. I am authentic when focused and working a room at a fundraising gala. I am authentic when laughing with a good friend or crying over loss. It just is. We are authentic based on the moment. Today, yesterday, tomorrow. Never the same.
We are real. When undone. When on top of the world. The story changes. We change along with the path. And our authenticity is based on that moment.
We are not defined by a single moment but rather all the cumulative moments that make us….today. Authentic always. Real in the moment.