I’ve been cooking up some bloggy-goodness for you all and was kind of coming up empty. I started an optimistic spring post (maybe saved for later) but it just didn’t feel right. I think I’ve mentioned before that the way I suss out blog ideas is by paying attention to what’s happening around me. It sounds woo-woo but it’s kind of like, what is the universe telling me? What messages am I hearing over and over that not only helps me grow but helps me connect with you all? I feel like it’s important for me to have something of value to say and it’s clear that you guys connect more to the vulnerable stuff (vs. blogs about my dog – seriously guys, she’s amazing but that’s cool).
I was thinking I wanted to tell you some things I’ve learned over the last few months but it seems so much bigger than just the last few months. I’m 35-years-old (cringe) and I’m literally just starting to feel who I am as an individual. It feels so cliche to type that, you guys, cause there is no shortage of older = wiser sayings but that’s exactly what it feels like. I have been working on giving myself permission to be me – not some best version of me that I want to present to the world. I know, I know… that sounds so.obvious.Ryan. but consider this: there are the labels you put on yourself and there are the labels that are put on you by the world. It’s so easy to become the world version instead of doing the work to be an individual. I think once you’re labeled “funny” or “nice” or “responsible” it’s easy to fall on those words to define you. For me, those labels revoked necessity for me to dig deeper. The best thing ever said to me – and the key that fits the lock – was “Ryan, you have agency in this.” And I do. And you do.
All that had been swirling around and before I had a chance to get it here, I read (and reposted) something on Instagram on Sunday that totally struck me.
I’ve ruined so many GOOD relationships by not being straight-forward. I’ve let people come and go in my life without letting them know what they meant to me. I’ve held my tongue telling someone what a unicorn-of-a-human-being they are so I don’t come off weird, or needy, or desperate. Let me issue a global apology for that. The reason I did that is I didn’t know who I was; I didn’t know what mattered to me, and I thought someone else would come along and tell me who to be and what mattered to me. I waited for someone – anyone – to tell me. In some twisted way, I think it was easier for me to live my life as the person other people needed me to be than it was for me to be the person I needed me to be.
It’s taken a LONG time to get to the point where I realize how important vulnerability and connection are to me; that they’re more than just words, but an essential element to living my best life. This is not easy work but it’s absolutely worth it.