Brave enough to be real by… Joanne
Please welcome Joanne, she writes over at In which we start anew , I met her through another friend and I am so glad I did. I have been blessed by her words and friendship. Her writing is beautiful and lovely. I know your going to love her as much as I do.
The report card read, “If you have any advice for how to motivate her to participate more in PE, I’d be appreciative of any input.”
When I approached my daughter about it and asked why she didn’t like to participate, she confessed, “I don’t like to try it because… because what if I do it wrong? Then, all the other kids will get mad and yell at me!”
What could I say? I understood.
I feel this way all the time. Not when it comes to PE obviously, but when it comes to being myself. What if who I am is wrong? What if I take the risk to be who I am, who I really am, and it’s wrong? What if people don’t like that person? What if she does things that other people think are weird? What if she’s someone that other people really strongly dislike?
So, just as for my daughter it’s easier to not try basketball to avoid the risk of playing basketball wrong, I try to be what other people want me to be. It’s easier to pretend to be someone else than to risk being me.
But, I confess. There is a voice that whispers in my head, “This isn’t who you are. You are more than what you are pretending to be. Isn’t there a part of you who wants to be more than the character and more like the real you?”
Do you ever feel this way, too? A desire to be more than the masks you wear, more than the roles you put on, more than the characters you play?
I want it… I’m just not sure I have the courage for it. But, maybe together? Maybe if you take off your mask and I can take off my mask, maybe we can find the courage together?