Sometimes you need a little kick to start the day, so as we pulled into the gas station my sweet wife jumped out to get some orange juice and a donut. I usually sit in the car, waiting and observing. Both of us are prolific people watchers, reading and writing stories in our heads to share with each other, so the chance to sit and watch the flow of humanity in and out of a gas station is something that I enjoy.
Except today I wasn’t watching anyone, except myself
In my last piece for this work I wrote about transitions and changes, and in my experience change is rarely a process without some friction and difficulty. The greatest changes in my life have usually come from places of pain and frustration; the birth of the new finding its chrysalis in the difficulty of the old. This transition in my life is no different, as I seek to do, to become, to find.
And most of the time it feels like I’m trying to ‘be’ someone that I’m not yet.
Many of us who grew up in difficult childhoods learned the value of masks and personalities. I remember going to school in my teenage years and wearing the mask of someone who was doing ok, when inside I just wanted to scream. I learned to not engage with my father when he came home from the pub, so I would adopt the personality of someone quiet, never allowing anger or frustration to show.
You live with these masks and personas long enough, and you start to forget who you are without them.
Worst of all, you begin to feel like the ‘person without the mask or the persona’ isn’t enough, or is somehow bad. So you find yourself always trying to ‘be’ someone other than yourself, always feeling that you need to be more, and becoming frustrated when trying to be something ‘more’ seems to never be ‘enough’.
At 51 years old, the idea that I need to be someone ‘more’ is getting pretty damn old.
So as I sat ruminating about trying to ‘be’ the next version of myself, I experienced a deep sense of weariness and a certain level of repulsion. No matter how many times I've tried to ‘be’ something, it never seems to work out, and I find myself stuck in the same patterns time after time. I asked myself if anything would be different, and who could I become this time.
It all seemed to be the same old patterns, with the same inevitable, predictable, and useless results.
And right at that moment, that other voice in my head, the one who shows up after I’ve worried, gnawed at and pushed and pushed and pushed at a problem for so damn long… that voice floored me with a simple, profound, powerful and altogether revolutionary suggestion that at once terrified me, and yet made so much sense that I sat quietly in shock.
“Instead of trying to be someone who you aren’t, try for once being who you actually are”.
Which to be honest is a little terrifying. When you’ve spent so much of your life trying to be anyone other than who you really are, the idea of allowing myself just to be ‘me’ isn’t something that feels comfortable. One of the holdover scars from my childhood is a deep sensation of being ‘less than’ and somehow ‘apart’ from most of humanity. When nothing you do is ever enough to feel safe and loved as a child, the message you take to heart is that who you are is never going to ‘be’ good enough, so you struggle to become something more.
And you bury the who that is you under a million moments of trying to be anything but.
But the truth is, I’m tired of trying to be the best I can be; the kindest, the wisest, the person who never takes a moment for himself, and yet the prospect of trying to find a balance between the other side of me and the person who I’ve tried to be is daunting. When you feel like you’re not enough, it makes some kind of twisted sense to bury any trace of yourself under as much goodness as you can find.
‘Sacrifice’ they call it… the price you pay for all that isn’t good enough.
But the measure of a sacrifice is not of what you give, but of how much it costs you, and sometimes that measurement can never be understood by anyone but yourself. Living with a lack of authenticity comes at a price, and part of that price is sometimes losing what it is that makes you different, capable and valuable.
And sometimes, what you really lose is the belief that you are worthy of anything at all.
So I’m going to try something different, in being more myself, and less of who I think I should be. I won’t lie to you, that’s kind of a balance that I don’t feel super comfortable with, but I have recently been convinced that authentic me, with all of his flaws and failings, might actually do more good in the world than hiding myself away, as I have been.
So for better or worse, I think I need to let myself be me for a while, and see what happens.
I guess this might be interesting.
— Dr. Alan Barnes
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