I can't tell you how many years I spent trying to make people like me. I allowed myself to become extremely agreeable, funny, and nice for fear that the real me would cause them to run away. I honestly believed that there was something wrong with me.
It's funny, when I turned 33, I decided that it was best to just be me. I looked in the mirror and made a commitment to be true to myself. I actually liked what I saw in my reflection. I decided that I would no longer wear a mask or be the way people expected me to be. I became comfortable in my own skin. I learned that there was nothing wrong with being myself and whoever did not like me as I was was not meant to be in my life.
I can't tell you how ultimately freeing it was to just be myself. To love myself without abandon. To accept the things that are just "me." At first, it was strange feeling this way. Now, it is second nature.
When all else fails, do you. What does that mean? It means being true to yourself and accepting yourself as you are and not how you wish to be. It means being present and not stuck in the past or the future. Being one with who you are is a gift that most people never truly get.
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