the unmasking me

I wonder what are all the things I say about myself and who I am ....wait for it....that aren't actually true; my own little self delusions or masks of protection, the protective me rather than true me.

I am amused at how this one person I know who think he's so open-minded (and so do others) is actually quite a rigid thinker and a somewhat close-minded person who is extremely hard to convince of any new idea outside his mental construct. Yet there's this other person who says he 'needs rules' and doesn't have that same 'air of free thinker' emanating from him, yet he is the one who is totally willing to engage new concepts and ideas, explore and even embrace them. Fascinating really. They don't even see themselves this way. Others don't see, well, some of us do. But it is fascinating.

I think of myself as shy, but there is also plenty of evidence to the contrary.
To me, intuition is about listening to my true self and expressing my true self.
Underneath the masks, beneath the layers of defenses and shoulds and fears, that me.

The me that is unbridled.
The me that is the moment, and not an old story or fear of the future.
The me beyond my gender and race and suburban upbringing.

Of course, it gets more complex because there are all these parts of me...but still...I'm integrating them all and more consciously choosing what to express in the moment. That's the real purpose for intuition.
The inner guidance me.

This is what my intuition brings me as its gift. The ability to get through layers to truth of who I am, who others are, and bring it out.
The unmasking me.

The irony of my given name of Self isn't lost on me, for sure. Nor the collection of masks I started years ago...I didn't see it then, but I do now.

Time now for the tea me.