Authentic what?

Am I being true to myself in my thoughts and actions? My inner voice may have been slightly inconsistent lately. It has gentleness and clarity but also doubts and impatience. Is it okay to feel this way?


A couple of years ago, I figured out what lights my fire, and I chased it. Writing puts me into a state of trance, figuratively speaking. I get high on it. Like an addict, I aim to do it every day and if I don’t, it gets to me. Not every day is great, though. I can spend hours sometimes writing just a couple of lines. At times, the blank page stays blank, and that’s fine because it is balanced out by the better days when I am in the flow. These days are the best, I feel on top of the world, sitting in my little writing studio, in beautiful Auckland, New Zealand.


What does this have to do with being authentic one might ask?


I’m following my passion, isn’t that enough to qualify as being authentic? Part of it is, I guess because it takes courage to follow your dreams and throw yourself into the unknown. Being authentic is also having the courage to share your fears and by sharing, I mean releasing. Gosh, where do I start?