What does it mean to be authentic? To live an authentic life?
This past week, I have been wrestling with these questions. . . In my quest to live a more grateful and authentic life, I find gratefulness easier. In almost any situation, you can find something to be grateful for because things can ALWAYS be worse. I am comfortable with gratitude; it is black and white. Gratefulness is neat and tidy — just like I like to keep everything in my life.
Choosing to live authentically is a little frightening. It reminds me of the feeling I had when I went zip-lining for the first time in Puerto Vallarta. I remember looking at the pulley, the thin cable and the dramatic drop-off to the forest below. It took a leap of faith for me to jump off the first platform. By the end of the course, I was laughing uncontrollably. Had I not taken the leap, I would have missed out on the chance to enjoy incredible views and fun with friends, too. Living an authentic life is a lot like zip-lining; it’s terrifying at first, but the risk is worth the reward.