It has been a while since I have written here. After the post I wrote about the death of a friend, I lost another close friend to cancer. Maybe I should have written about that too, but the double tragedy was a difficult thing to deal with and I needed some personal down time.
Last week I was on a coaching call about truth telling, and I have to say it was one of the most interesting discussions I have had at an ICA class. How often do we really think about what is the truth? Is it facts, evidence presented? The “truth” of the matter is that even in the face of evidence, we all see a different truth in a situation depending on our perception, which in turn is affected by our experiences, values, judgements, feelings. Even the comment I just made about “what is truth” is my perception. You can see how easy it would be to fall far down the rabbit hole on this one. Ultimately I think truth is about our truth. The question then is, “what is my truth”? When I interact with the world, am I doing it from a place of authenticity, or through a mask that I create to project something I may not be. Am I being genuine when I engage people or do I say, do, or be what I think they want? Does my life reflect who I really am or am I caught up in a facade that represents a me that others approve of? These are my questions for truth, and as a coach, these are the kinds of things I look for when a client tells me they aren’t happy with their life. The larger or heavier the mask, the less “truth” is honored in a person’s life. How heavy is your mask?
