My friend Saoirse wrote recently in her blog, a post titled “Loving Me.”
“I want to be the best version of myself.” I’ve read it, heard it, nodded my head in response. Yes, of course I want to be the best version of myself. Recently, however, I’ve wondered. Do I?
What does that mean, “best” version? Would it be acceptable if I were the truest version of myself? The most vulnerable version of myself? The most spontaneous version of myself? The most present version of myself?
Saoirse challenges in a way that I particularly appreciate. She’s pointing away from the colloquially aspirational to something that feels more kind, more deep, more wise, and much more helpful.