It’s so tempting to go outside ourselves to find our truth. When I met my husband, he had travelled the world. He was a Peace Corps volunteer in Africa, fed refugees on the Sudan border, lived in Paris, moved from Boston to Chicago to Southern California, and he was still seeking. I asked, “What are looking for?”

He said, “I don’t know. Me, I guess.”
Don’t we all do that? Sure, getting out of your comfort zone can spark new discoveries within us or awaken us to old fires long dimmed. But ultimately, at the end of the day, the best way to find ourselves is to be within ourselves. To write, be quiet, make time for space, go for walks, talk to friends about the truth within us. I am not good at these things myself. Especially the quiet part.

But every day, we step one step closer to be who we really are, right?

So much love to you, Sally
Keep us informed!
Lissa

Frankly, I’ve been bored with myself lately. I’ve been bored with my blog and feeling I need to go out on an adventure and discover something blog worthy but maybe what I need to do is to actually stay inside and find something blog worthy there.

Thanks for making me think about this. You inspired a blog post on my other blog about being authentic.

1)What if you really could ask anything, of anyone, at anytime? What would you ask and of whom?
I would ask Elizabeth Gilbert, author of Eat, Pray, Love to be my mentor. I feel a little rootless right now and am so flummoxed by the challenges of navigating the publishing world and learning how to be more of a public figure. If only Liz and I could chat over tea, maybe I could figure a few things out. As one who does a lot of mentoring, I really need mentors. Anyone? Bueller?

Here’s my triple dog dare back atcha!

If money didn’t play into your decision at all and you weren’t afraid of what anyone would think, what would you do with your life starting right now?

Great challenge Cleatus. Bring it, baby!

2)

Love the post and I’m good at being somewhat authentic, but isn’t that like a chocolate mocha being somewhat tasty?

Here’s the thing. My website is good. It holds truth and expresses needs, the design and layout are authentic, but the wording…. well it’s close, but there’s still one more giant leap to go in expressing my authentic voice.

Why? Because I’m into the paradoxes of life. Fierce Compassion, Kick-Ass Kindness, and finding Joy in the completely Absurd.

My authentic state is a cross between Eminem and the Pema Chodron

And my gift is helping people (especially parents) make bold requests. Requests to the Divine, Requests to themselves, and Requests to their communities.

If I’ve peaked your interest, then riddle me this:

What if you really could ask anything, of anyone, at anytime?

What would you ask and of whom?

No need to track me down because you can comment and share it right here in the land of all things Pink!

Come on I triple dog dare you.

What REQUEST would have you giggle like a school girl, slapping high fives, and knowing that ROCKED the Party by sharing your request today.

Or ever meet a phenomenal artist when you think to yourself, “What a really cool person! They are not artsy or weird at all…”?

All of these stereotypes are just that…stereotypes.

Just like we should strive to be our authentic selves, we must learn to accept others’ authenticities. For example, how many times do we think, “What a really nice person, but kind of weird or quirky…”? Do we choose to not associate with “weird” people because it somehow threatens our normalcy?

Part of being authentic is accepting others in their authentic state.

Then there is that whole career thing. I used to be a kindergarten teacher and when I think about going back to the elementary school classroom I feel like I’m going to be sick. I want to be a different kind of teacher now. I want to use my talents to inspire people, especially women.

These days I pay more attention to my heart and that voice than anything else. It doesn’t always fit with what others would think I should do. The guidance isn’t always safe and frankly scares the shit out of me sometimes. And I don’t yet clearly see the path I’m meant to take, but I am aware, I’m listening, and I know that it will lead me home (in more ways than just back to NC).