fake it till you make it
here i am, on the verge of something i don't feel like i can post on a public forum. on the verge of changing something. i'm thinking about the things i can control and the things i can't. i'm thinking of the person that i want to be and the places i want to go. this morning i walked out into the muggy sunlight and i saw businesspeople taking their children off to daycare. will i ever be able to support children of my own? will i have to leave for work in a suit to make that happen? my lifestyle is possible when i am the only person i worry about, and that is me as a healthy twentysomething. i never thought much about the amount of money i would need to be comfortable growing up. i was too worried about not getting stuck in pennsylvania and/or some constricting formal environment. the reason i chose bard in the end was because i wanted something more unconventional, but i've also always wanted to be able to take care of myself. at the least, to be independent. that drive to independence has made me a less giving person, less willing to be vulnerable, and i haven't even been able to achieve true independence. i can't have everything, but that's no reason to settle for nothing. which parts of my foolish dreams are worth holding onto, and which do i need to let go? my parents sacrificed so much to stability. they became these small town jobs, they accepted so much mundanity, but they knew why. my brother and i were so lucky and so loved by them. we had everything we needed and quite a bit more. when does that choice become easy? was it easy for my parents? i see parents playing with toddlers on the subway and i think, yeah, that would be nice. it seems much more likely that i'll spend the rest of my life chasing after wisps of dreams that i don't fully understand. you pick a path and you follow it, or maybe you get lost following dancing lights. do i wait for certainty? will the arrow in my heart tell me which way to go?
since i started working after school i've told myself i have to fake it to survive. that was when i started going by my full name, to generate this air of confidence. and i don't believe that it fools anyone for a second, but i try to lie to myself that it does. if i can't convince myself that i'm capable of certain things, then i won't be able to make anyone else believe.
What's faking it? There's a matter of consciously adopting new patterns, habits, routines, costumes and names, which isn't necessarily faking it in my opinion. You can do these things to bring yourself more fully into flower, and in some ways all life really boils down to is a series of habits. If you want to be the sort of person who does a sort of thing, practice at doing it a lot, and the chances are you will grow into it.
On the other hand, there's making choices, sacrifices and compromises that go against the essence of your nature, or who you believe yourself to be, or are maybe arbitrary guises you don't believe in but feel you have to wear. That's more like faking it.
If you believe in it, or if you're "convincing yourself" as you said, then you're just developing as a person. Nothing wrong with that.
-j