Shedding Old Identities and the Freedom of Being

I’m tired of this persona, of being a character on a stage.

Yearning to just be.

Struggling against the current of needing to “be something” or “do something” to appear credible and worthy of being heard.

I struggled with writing an “about me”. Something as simple as an “about me” has triggered those old familiar and limiting thoughts rooted in obsessing over what people think of me.

I wrote the “about me”, yes, but rereading it and how I included my “past life” — those professional “wins”, seeing it visually as a few short paragraphs on a page —

No, that’s not who I am.

I reject it.

Looking at it makes me ill, is it a trophy, a badge of honor, does it mean I am “smart”, or “accomplished”?

It means nothing, it’s just another mask, another layer standing between the character I have been playing and the “deeper I”- the one I hid away.