It’s me, and I’m all in.
I’m trying to keep a promise to myself. It shouldn’t be difficult, but it is. It’s just to be myself. How hard can it be?!! But literally decades of -‘Fake it ‘til you make it!!’, - trying to be an extrovert, - pushing myself to the point of exhaustion, - keeping up with my extrovert husbands socialising (historically by plying myself substantially with alcohol) has left me overwhelmed and almost devoid of energy most days. So recently, when I made the nerve-wracking decision to do more writing and to (eek! 😳) share it more openly and honestly, as myself - I was surprised, after the initial flurry of gut-wrenching nerves about real people - who I might actually know! - reading my blog, that the feeling morphed into something else. I realised I felt a huge sense of freedom. Freedom from hiding behind the persona I’d spent over 40 years creating. Freedom to speak out about things I’m passionate about - I’m not one for confrontation, but I do like having big conversations abou