At the risk of being authentic, I break the rules around blogging. I cannot bring myself to do the right thing in regards to the right amount of words, paragraphs with less than five sentences, big headlines and the like.
I need to blog the way my creative self wants to do it. I can’t cater to people’s lost attention span to be able to make a point. Inspiration comes in many forms and originality can only be that when it is unlike other.
I don’t need to go out and get the latest thing in order to fit in. I don’t need to conform to be accepted.
I do not have to sacrifice my happiness for the sake of someone else’s happiness.
At the risk of being authentic, I will not sacrifice who I am and what I love in order to make money. I can make money doing what I love.
At the risk of being authentic, I will rise to the occasion and speak my mind without being worried about hurting someone’s feelings or disappointing someone, so if you don’t like the blog, go read something that conforms to blog standards and sounds like everyone else.
At the risk of being authentic, I ignore my ego’s distorted perception of not being successful, not being accepted, not being professional, not being good enough, not measuring up, not being heard, not receiving recognition, not being supported.
What if Beethoven had changed the way he composed to please the people? Did Van Gogh succumb to the desires of his public? Why did Mozart die a pauper? No great artist, thinker, musician or philosopher ever really worried about what someone else thought. If they had, they may never have become their great creative selves.
At the risk of being authentic, I can tap into my own power, use my own voice, and believe that I have something of value to say even if society does not agree.
I give myself permission to be totally original.
I am not going to keep up with the Joneses.
I am not going to blindly follow because I can’t hear my own intuition screaming this doesn’t feel right. That isn’t me.
At the risk of being authentic, I don’t need to be like someone else or wish I had their success or their looks or their talent because I have just as much if not more. The issue is recognizing my own power, hearing my initial response, and staying true to self. I don’t need to copy someone’s style because they have financial success.
I don’t have to maintain the status quo.
I can take the risk to teach my children to quit following like sheep and to listen to their own intuition. I can resist giving in when they say “but everyone else’s parents are letting them do it.”
At the risk of being authentic, I will no longer override what I feel in my heart in order to not make waves or deny myself of what I truly deserve.
At the risk of being authentic, I will tap into my creative flow and trust that all is well.