Oh, how this resonates with me as of late. The journey, the exploration, the deep-dive into my psyche and world has shown me -- yet again -- how very little I know. And what a liberating space that is.
Case in point, I've recently discovered that I've been lying to every single person I know. Yep. It's true. Liar. Me. Pinocchio. Yes, I've been living (and lying) my life through the filter of a girl raised in small-town Minnesota who knows how to keep the peace. A girl who has been taught to keep a smile on her face. A girl who has learned that to be accepted or approved of, she best keep her feelings/real emotions to herself. And in doing so? Said feelings and real emotions burst out in very odd moments and situations. And it ain't pretty.
Through this metamorphosis, I've noticed how often throughout my life that I've bitten my tongue, suppressed a thought or hid a true emotion. And why? Out of a deep-seated fear that it is wrong. That I am wrong. That I am not expressing the "right" feeling or thought and -- good glory above -- if I put it out there and someone opposes or negates it? I crumble like a week-old scone from this lovely coffee shop where I sit and write ...
So: who to blame? My parents? Old boyfriends? Domineering personalities? NOPE. None of the above. As I keep learning, there is no need for "approval" or "acceptance" in this world (this is a facade much like reality itself) and the only one to blame is, you got it, little old me... Or: after all this time, when I've "not been heard" or "been bullied" or "told how to feel" or "passed over" or "yelled at" it's only because my communication partner was acting in the very way I taught them to treat me.
Golly gee ain't life fun.