“You wear a mask for so long, you forget who you were beneath it“

Don’t know about others,  but sometimes I think about who I really am. How authentic I’m being to myself and others. What level of dishonesty am I carrying or projecting to protect myself from myself and the outside world. I’ve admittedly worn masks to hide behind. Deep down, who am I?

My story is an interesting one, but the stories shouldn’t necessarily dictate or be the narrator of my existence. I’m old enough to know better. Or do I? Funny, pushing the big 5 0 and still trying to figure it out. But I need to be honest and keep the mask off. I want the consistency of being myself,  my TRUE self.

Done believing the lies that people have told me. I’m done believing the lies I’ve told myself. I’m not the fat, lazy failure. My dreams are not only dreams… they are obtainable. I am smart… and so on and so on. The ones who know me closest know the true me, mask, or not. Time to stay consistently true, leaving the masks off.

I will continue to work on myself, continue to believe that I don’t need to listen to the lies, and hide behind masks. I’m not perfect,  but who is… You see the outside, but not the inside.  I’m attempting to get to the point where I’m not trying,  but doing. Putting out to the world and unfiltered,  unmasked,  TRUE me.