To be me is a funny thing to be indeed. Because I have no idea how to be me in the right way.
I am thoroughly convinced, there’s a better more efficient way to just be me if only I could figure out the right combination for the lock. I keep spinning it, listening for the tumblers to make that perfect click.
To portray myself well seems to require a better knowledge of who I am. A better character study of what I’m like and what fuels me. A vision of life purpose using all the talents I’m told I have.
I really haven’t a clue though.
I wake up each day and take a stab at doing what it might mean to be me to do.
Until I get it “right”, I’m still using only a puny percentage of my brain power I’m told.
I’ve this unsatisfied daily hangover feeling. I’m just not quite me enough, whatever that means.
Then someone says, “You are enough” and I certainly don’t want them to be wrong. So I’ll keep pretending to be the best me for their sake.
“On a clear day I can see for a long way…”
The last words in this melancholy song from Colin Hay. Press the orange circle below to listen.