I’m stripping away false layers of identity to free my real self. We each, to some degree, take past experiences or current like-to-dos and use them to help identify ourselves. I call this false identification (not to be confused with the fake ID I was rocking in the 90’s - and see what I did there?). The issue with using these false identifications is that we allow these often superficial actions and past experiences to define us from one circumstance to another instead of experiencing each moment we live totally unadorned by needless rituals or events of the past.
I’m stripping away false layers of identity to free my real self.
It can be an eye-awakening event for each of us to see where we use false identification which can vary and change throughout one’s life. My most recent moment of complete clarity involved such a superficial act. My weekly mani and pedi included applying a fresh coat of pretty polish on my nails over the past four years which I used to help form my identity. I thought that this cosmetic provided a necessary feminine attribute. But then I realized I was deceiving myself and I stopped using the polish as if it were some sort of womanly requirement. Removing this weekly and time consuming routine was liberating and in no way lowered my self confidence as a woman. It may be surprising to some about the ways you too may routinely take something totally apart from your real self and use it to feel normal when it actually may be disguising the person you really are.
It can be an eye-awakening event for each of us to see where we use false identification which can vary and change throughout one’s life.
This recognition and understanding of being unnecessarily uncomfortable with my physical body unless I painted my nails made me reflect on ways I have also used past experiences to define me. For example, am I still the unloved child emotionally abandoned by my family after my sister’s tragic death? Am I still the unloved woman healing from my personal relationships with men? Am I still the life of the party fueled with champagne and cocaine dancing the night away in NYC? No. I simply am not any of these. Those events of my past may have taught me many a lesson, yet the true realization of the Self is from a journey that is happening now.
Take time to reflect on your own false identifications and strip them away to find your real Self. You are more than your experiences. You are more than any physical practice or conformity with social norms. This is your time to dig deep and let go of what no longer serves your highest Self.