When You’re Tired of Wearing Masks

May 17, 2014 | 1 comment

This is where years of mask-wearing got me —

1 – I sometimes hid the best parts of me.

2 – I lost track of the real me — unsure where my mask ended and my skin started.

3 – I alienated friends. I knew it for sure when I got this email the other day: “When I think of you in college … all I remember was a girl who was so together, I was scared to be your friend.”

It’s time to smash our masks. Join me at (In)courage today. (Click here.)

by | May 17, 2014 | 1 comment

1 Comment

  1. Lou

    Sometimes it’s hard (for me about myself as well as for others) to tell the difference between a mask and a goal toward which you are striving. When I am a grouch and feeling spiteful, I can yield to my grouch in the name of “reality”, or I can try to act the way I really want to be in my heart of hearts. Surprisingly, a cheerful spirit seems to bloom out of my cheerful actions, because it’s hard to lie a sincere smile.
    The best illustration for me has been responding to the alarm clock after a too-short night. I don’t want to get up, but I really want to get to work on time, so I (insincerely?) get myself up and dressed and out the door. I can choose to sincerely be grateful for my job, or sincerely be resentful that I have to work. The mask occurs, I think, when I try to do both at once.

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