I sometimes tell stories from my personal life on my blog. I am fairly open about who I am and what happens…
Or am I?
Which stories do I choose to tell?
Which stories do I choose not to tell?
I am always amazed when someone shares something really personal, whether it be on a blog or in a book or on a talk show. I always think about how much courage they have, being able to bare their soul for all the world to see. To know that people may judge, may ridicule, yet they still hold their head up high and move on. They lived to tell the tale…
I admire their confidence. I admire their spirit. And then I wonder what else lies beneath the surface. I wonder about all the other things that they might not talk about…
How many of us choose to discuss their personal hell? Or the times when maybe we weren’t moral or legal or ethical?
Do we only tell those stories when we get caught? Or are about to be vetted for something? Or maybe when a big divorce is on the horizon?
In the narrative of our lives, which has greater weight- what we say out loud or what we bury deep inside?
Which are the stories that keep us up at night?
Which are the stories that actually make us who we are?
We may research a person, we may talk to everyone they know, read every email, every day planner, but do we ever actually know what makes someone tick? Do we really ever know what motivates them?
Sure, anyone who has taken Psych 101 might have some “textbook” answers, but are these based on the things that we say out loud? Does analysis know who we really are?
What’s more important to understanding: the things we say, or the things that we think?
Do you have something that you lock deep inside? Or are you an open book?