When I was growing up my mother often said to me: just be yourself.
But did she really mean it? And why, after so many years, is it still so damn hard to do?
I have zero doubts my parents loved me. Yet sometimes their love felt conditional.
Just be yourself (as long as it’s the version we like).
Recently I heard a woman on the radio use the phrase: step into your enough-ness. It stopped me in my tracks.
Step into your enough-ness.
OK, I get it. What a great reminder for a woman like me, a recovering perfectionist.
And what a terrific book or workshop title. I wrote it down in my journal of great ideas, as I have done so many times before, and then promptly forgot about it.
Fast forward to today. I was out walking on the seawall, all alone in the rain. It was just me and my thoughts. And my growing anxiety about writing my very first blog.
What should I write about?
What speaks to me? Comes from my heart? What would resonate with other women?