Uninventing Myself

For 4 or 5 years now, I've sometimes jokingly referred to myself as a "Madonna". By that, I meant that if Madonna could reinvent herself over and over, so could a woman like me. It was another trick to pick myself up when the going got tough and I felt like quitting. The last 10 years of my life have been full on metamorphosis. If I hadn't kept cocooning to rest so that I could spread my wings again and again, moving forward would have been near impossible.

I'm now on the cusp of my 52nd birthday. Birthdays cause us to reflect on where we're headed next. It has suddenly occurred to me that I'm no longer reinventing myself. 2019 is feeling more like I'm in the process of uninventing myself -- Getting back to who I am at the core of my being. How many years have I been what or who someone else wanted me to be? It seems that the tendency to let layer upon layer be added to ourselves is part of what makes us a member of the whole. We end up feeling like Shrek. An Ogre. An onion with layers. [Enter Donkey..."They make you cry?" "They stink?" (yes, Donkey)] My point is, that often times, the process of being human and growing older, causes us to take on qualities/beliefs/people pleasing tendencies that aren't who we really are. I see myself now shedding layers of "clothing" that I no longer want to wear. My body may be aging, but my Spirit feels like it's flying up to maybe where it first entered this world. I think I'll hold on to this "uninventing". It seems like a good way to eventually exit. A LONG time from now, because I've got a lot of uninventing yet to do! :)