These words seem so simple that at first glance, I simply nod and move on, almost missing their significance. Most days, I skim through other people’s lives and spaces online, admiring their glimmers of perfection, while I tread the dirty floors and debris of my own life. Or so it feels anyway. My self and space and work are anything but perfect. I can be so critical of myself. Often, I return to my own work, perhaps written on paper in ink, and draw that ubiquitous line straight through their middle, through their gut–revising the faults, omitting the flaws–all with idea of perfection. Although I try not to, I often do the same online where it feels less violent, where the delete button quietly erases what might possibly be rejected or somehow not as good as someone else’s _______. Frankly, it’s always tempting to revise my life to be what other people want, to be what might possibly be more popular. What I often forget is that sometimes in the self-criticism and process of omission, I am also somehow deleting myself, my own thought and voice–the very things that make me me (and not anyone else).
Typically, I might delete these soul-spilling words (or keep them to myself) in fear of being too serious or whiny or self-focused. Not today, friends. This time, I’m sharing my ridiculous, honest heart here with you, hoping to encourage you with these four little words: Be who you are. Your life and voice are significant.
print by Kal Barteski
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