So. I’ve been giving myself style lessons, right? I’ve been experiencing an increase in confidence. I’ve been feeling like a truer version of myself. Sometimes I even think I’ve figured it all out. Nonetheless, I received a funny little lesson the other day.
I headed into Portland for a haircut. I threw on some clothes I felt good in and that felt like me. See? I’ve learned something. I walked into the salon. And just like that it was all over. Turns out, just because I’ve learned a thing or two it doesn’t mean I’m Wonder Woman all of a sudden – impenetrable because of all my supposed confidence. Nope. Have no doubt, Insecurity is still alive and well.
The receptionist was beyond cool, beyond. The stylist she was talking to was exoticbeautifulsexy and if that weren’t enough, she was friendly! And me? Plain, boring, sloppy, dull. I had to chuckle as soon as I recognized my feelings of insecurity hadn’t gone away just because I was experiencing personal growth. My feelings of doubt, incompetence, and overall lameness were still there.
Now, I keep mulling this story over and over trying to figure out what the happy ending is. The wise lesson I’ve learned. The cheerful spin on events. But I can’t come up with a single one. Nada.
The only thing I’ve realized is that my successes and my insecurities, my shining moments and my dark ones – they are all me. I welcome the accomplishments and I learn to laugh when I screw things up. I need each and every moment to really be myself. And without them, I’m not much. Every experience – good and bad – is required.