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.
I’m grateful.
Wow! Thank you so much, Tenneson. Thanks for reading, in particular, and thanks for sharing.