Sometimes I try to pretend that I am superman.
But I’m really just about to fall flat on my belly into a pool of deep water. Sometimes it is refreshing and sometimes it hurts.
I use this metaphor because I tend to convey the idea that I ‘have a plan’ or know what I am doing but I really don’t. My past tendencies are to talk about all of the great projects and ideas and plans that I have on the go. This has created the image that I have my shit together. I really don’t.
And I’m ok with that. It actually feels freeing to admit it. I know what brings me joy and what my passions are. For that, I am truly grateful.
I recently had a fall. I thought I was flying but I was falling. I almost lost a once in a lifetime love and that would have sucked for the rest of my life. Yet, here I am in the deep water realizing that I don’t need to appear as a superman in order to be loved.
From this point on, I’m taking the pressure off and letting go of trying to prove I am something that I’m not.
It costs way too much.