When Was The Last Time You Saw Yourself Truly Naked?

I’m talking deeper than the physical sense. When something awakens you and makes you question and examine every single aspect of your identity. Right now is the first time I’ve had this feeling in about four years. I feel like I’ve been on autopilot for about 95 percent of this time. There is really nothing about me now as a 29-year old that would be much different than me as a 25-year old, if you could meet the two back-to-back. Sure, I have made incremental gains in my career, and I suck slightly less at managing my finances, but I haven’t done any real work on the behaviors and thought patterns I know need to go.
Imagine a caterpillar who does everything they can to avoid going into their chrysalis and undergoing the molting process. That has been me, I realized. I’m clinging to my old caterpillar life because I have been avoiding the ugly, messy process it takes to live my butterfly life.
The molting process is getting used to seeing myself truly naked, and finally focusing on building an identity that makes me fulfilled. I have no fucking clue who I am and who I want to be right now, and I’m finally leaning into the idea of that being a good thing.






