I am a massive advocate for authenticity. I have made a habit of always checking in with myself to make sure I’m being real. When I am, I feel aligned and energized. When I’m not, I feel flat-out yuck. I also seek authenticity in others. There’s nothing better than having a sincere, genuine convo and cuppa with someone who lives their truth.
I believe you can smell authenticity a mile away — it’s sexy and inviting. You can also smell inauthenticity and let me tell you, it stinks!
Even though I value this sort of honesty and openness so highly, I recently caught myself not being authentic. A friend came to me and shared something she was going through. Instantly, I could see that she was coming from fear. Her Mean Girl was ruling the roost and everything she was saying was old stuff. I could see it was residue from a past hurt, but she couldn’t. And that’s totally ok. But in that moment, I could have lovingly called her on it. Maybe even inspired her out of her fear. But to be honest, I was shit scared. Scared to say...
"Hey babe, what if that was totally your Mean Girl talking? What if that’s not your truth, and you don’t need to keep pressing replay on your past story?"
But I was too scared. Scared to be rejected, really. I was having a human moment, and that’s ok. But those moments when we lovingly inspire someone out of their fear — or see something that maybe they can’t — are moments of growth for us, and allow us to be of total service to the people around us.
But to do this, of course, means putting yourself in the ringer. It’s a scary and vulnerable place to be — you’re opening yourself up for rejection and ridicule. But this is where we must go in order to evolve and go deeper within ourselves.