Notes on being authentic.

I remember having a conversation with my Mum and telling her that going to work at my banking job meant I had to “get up and put armour on everyday”. Sounds heavy, doesn’t it? Little did I know that I was essentially saying to my own mother, hey, I’m choosing to be inauthentic.  I was playing a game, wearing a mask and wondering why I felt so miserable. It took me forever to have the insight to realise I was choosing to go to a job that wasn’t in alignment with my values. It wasn’t something that could be blocked off, although goodness knows I tried. There was shopping, food, drinking, stress and unhealthy relationships to pull my attention away from my misery.  I was choosing to show up for 37.5 hours a week for a job that made me miserable. It wasn’t because of the job. It was because I couldn’t do that job and be ME.  There were clues. I had a gazillion motivational quotes plastered on the wall behind my computer monitor that I would gaze at throughout the day and draw strength from. The unhappiness was a clue, once I started to realise that my emotions …