I opened the mailbox one October afternoon and pulled out the November/December issue of Psychology Today, the cover of which boasted 6 Strategies to Restart Your Life. LET IT GO. The first thing that came to mind of course were the lyrics of the Frozen song. Following that? A soft, "I wish" as I tossed it into my overflowing basket of unread magazines.Through a series of rather debilitating physical and mental health ailments, I have been off of work for almost two months. Being off work is not something that I do, not even in the summer when I'm supposed to be lazy: I don't shut my brain off of what needs to be done, what should be done or what could be done, and I certainly don't shut my heart off from my kids who I love despite the full-moon-short-week-indoor-recess days when they drive me to drink more than my fair share of wine. My work is all consuming and has been at the core of my Type-A personality for as long as I can remember. It drives me and gives me purpose. Right or wrong, I have always been more of a 'live to work' person than a 'work to live' person. Until now that is when I'm trying to live in order to get back to work.
I rejoined the gym after at least two years of absence in hopes of gaining back the energy, stamina, and good endorphins needed to get myself to a functional state of existence. When I first started going I was in a such a state of physical and mental exhaustion that I could barely bring myself to walk on the treadmill. Instead I opted for the much more relaxing looking stationary bike. With it's somewhat reclined seat and an easy resistance level, reading was a perfect way to pass the time while I was pretending to work out.
A few health magazines later, my blonde friend from October (you know, the one who knew how to LET IT GO) appeared at the top of my basket. The article itself was interesting but it wasn't the one that really resonated with me and if I'm being honest, it probably won't for a while because even though I understand the power of choice and beauty of letting 'it' go, I'm not ready. And I've got a hell of a lot to let go. Searching for the Self, And Other Unicorns was a rant piece written by a professor of philosophy and gender studies who expressed her disdain for the shameful way self-help books lead us lost hopefuls to find our 'authentic self' which conveniently is weighed down by a variety of experiences, disappointments and suffering. She argues that the search for the authentic self is not buried under years of life's ups and downs and that the search for the authentic self is, "…as likely to succeed as a quest to capture a unicorn." Well, if nothing else, I love a good challenge.
I started to think about authenticity and as I progressed through the magazine which had a recurring theme of being true to one's self, I felt like maybe they knew what I've been avoiding admitting for a long time. I got that "ah shit" feeling in my stomach; the 'they caught me red handed', 'they're onto me', 'who told them?' feeling of dread because here was my sign and they posted it just for ME. I am certainly leading a less than authentic life. The gig was up. It was time to start some soul searching…and why not, I had nothing but time.
When I turned the page Dr. O'Connor went on to dispel the myth of the authentic self - the one I just moments before vowed to start finding after I was finished pretending I was actually working out. She said the 'authentic self' did not exist and we only have an 'experiencing self'; a self that is a dynamic work in progress that can only be understood in relation to others and the world. Now what was I to do? I didn't take philosophy in university for the simple reason that there is never a right answer and I like right answers. I'm not a fan of grey. I love psychology and science and math because they make sense to me. What really was I supposed to be looking for to rid myself of that feeling in the pit of my stomach?
Since picking up that issue I've further read about finding one's true self, being an authentic person, creating a state of homeostasis or balance in life, minimalism, surviving in 21st century life. Anxiety. I've not written a formal lab report, but I can confidently state that my hypothesis was correct and I can make the conclusion: I am lost.
Whether my unicorn is 'authentic' or 'experiencing', it is certainly missing. I have never been good at balancing and for the years of abuse I have put my mind and body through, I am now paying the price in all aspects of life. I don't know how I'm going to find it given my track record with geography, but I guess that's why the GPS was invented. Or the self-help book.
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| Girl on the Beach by Edvard Munsch |
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| Scream by Edvard Munsch |
And so begins my quest to find the proverbial unicorn of authenticity, the one that belongs to me and creates a lifestyle less like Scream and more like Girl on the Beach.
I welcome you on my journey and hope that we find the courage to become true to who we are and how we want to live because life is too short to pretend we are something we're not.







