Be yourself…everyone else is taken. That’s the quote on one of the blogs I follow written by Beth. I love this quote. It’s pithy and yet thought-provoking. (I’m not quite sure what pithy means but I feel like it applies to this quote.)
So what does it mean exactly to be myself. Sometimes I feel like I am many people, my own version of Sybil with many personalities. So which one am I really? Does being myself mean being true to how I’m feeling in that moment, or do I need to adjust my thoughts, emotions, opinions so as not to hurt or offend. And if I change to please others am I being considerate or insecure.
Some days, I’m confident, strong, capable and feeling quite put together. But other days, I’m fragile, insecure, and self-conscious. Some days I’m on top of the world, on top of my game, optimistic and fun to be around. And yet some days, I just want to crawl back into bed and start over tomorrow. I can be happy, generous, thoughtful, but I can also be sad, selfish and careless.
Our character can be defined by who we are when nobody’s looking. Well, I can be a real bitch when nobody’s looking. I mean downright nasty. I snap at my kids and yell at my dogs. So is that the real me? I’m also told I shouldn’t be so hard on myself, but then aren’t I being myself by being hard on myself?
I can also be different things to different people, so is who I am defined by who you say I am? Which, of course, is dependent on the nature of our relationship and the circumstances under which we meet. And if that’s the case I have no idea who I am because I can’t possibly know what everyone else thinks of me, or try to be what everyone else wants me to be.
So while I don’t necessarily know who I am, I also don’t know who I would rather be, and since everyone else is taken anyway, I might as well just be myself…whatever that means.