I’m writing a story.

It’s called The Patchwork Girl.

It’s a story about hiding yourself away and pretending to fit in based on your perception of other people’s interpretation of you and your assumed expectations.

I’ve done this.

A lot.

Really well!

I do it this still.

I’m actively quitting as a daily practice.

I am un-stitching myself to show up congruently.

I fear sharing some parts of myself because of how much I have changed as I have grown in my awareness, and I want to be liked! I want to be liked so badly!

I can see how elaborate the stitching of my deception of self can be.

It is obvious to me that I must write, draw, speak and share to create what I want to bring into the world and become the fullest, congruent expression of myself.

Yet I see that I elaborately deceive myself. I sharing on a blog I made that has no audience.
Telling myself … See I did the thing.
That thing that was scary.
See! I did it.
I shared.

But did I?

Did I really?

Am I still hiding myself away?

Is this an even more elaborate hiding where I am even trying to fool myself!

Why am I not publishing my efforts in places where there are already people looking.

Well now I am.

Hi! I’m Alyce and I have a lot of things to share!