I’ve only just begun writing my own story.
I don’t mean literally. Yes, I’m doing that too—the actual setting down of words on paper—but it’s only in recent years that I have actually stepped inside my own story, rather than allowing others to tell me who I am and what I’m worth.
Who is writing your story?
If you had asked me this question 10 years ago I’m not sure if I would have had the self-awareness to know I was living outside of my true self, almost like a shadow. And if I did have that self-awareness, I think I would have been too scared to admit the truth—that I was great at hiding and being who I thought others wanted me to be. I was great at being everyone except myself.
It’s pretty easy to live that way. Look at our culture: media—everything from TV, magazines and radio, to the now dominant social media—tells us how we “should” be living. Follow it all and you can do a great job at impersonating a Kardashian, gossiping like a bachelorette, or acquiring the values of Beyonce.
I speak in jest of course…partly. But there is some truth to fact that media, and our constant exposure to it has a “rub off” effect on the way we live our lives. When we believe—subconsciously or otherwise—that we are supposed to live a certain way, we stop living our own story and step outside the frame into the unknown.