I feel like my whole life has been one big lie.
I don’t know how to explain it. I am 35 years old. I have spent the last weekend just going through my old personal belongings – journals, diaries, old photos, items that I have kept for so long that just doesn’t mean anything to me anymore.
I thought I had a lot of ‘stuff’, a lot of baggage and belongings. When I was going through everything I realised my life was one big lie.
Being forced to do things I never really wanted to do and keeping it on my to do list which only created a mental burden, a mental baggage but at the back of my mind I never really wanted to do any of it but all these years, I kept dragging that mental baggage, the unnecessary weight with me all these years.
Why did I put myself through that? For whom?
All of that mental baggage, that heavy feeling, I carried it all these years. People forcing me to do things that I never really wanted to do but which robbed me of years, months and weeks. Safeguarding possessions – why? – If I think about it, I was safeguarding it for others, not really for me, I never really wanted it.
If I look at my old photos – why did I dress like that? Why did I think I looked cool and beautiful? I actually looked really ugly. Why did I think that’s what successful looked like? I am so embarrassed by it now. It’s so shameful, ugly and embarrassing.
If I take new photos now, how can I trust my own judgement that I actually look nice? What seemed cool to me years ago, I am so embarrassed and ashamed of it now. How can I trust my own judgement?
Which part of my life was authentic? I think I went through the phase of “fake it until you make it” for so long, that if I am so self critical – a good 60% was lies. None of it was really me. It was more for the world, for someone, for society but..none of it was really me or what I wanted.
I have been going through a lot of packing/organizing recently thinking I had a lot of ‘stuff’ but the truth is I actually don’t have anything. It was all a lie. My whole life feels like one big lie.
All the years I supposedly invested – I actually don’t have anything authentic to show for it.
That hit home to me today. That 35 years of stuff/goals/ambitions – I am not actually happy with any of it, I am actually embarrassed by it more than anything.
Is this a new beginning?