Identity strength

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Individuals who are comfortable with who they are might be said to have Identity Strength.  They are comfortable in their own skins.  They are not seeking approval for who they are from others.  This radiates from their personality as self-confidence.

People with weak self-identity can come across as trying too hard.  Go to any ad agency in the world and you will see the juniors dressed all in black, trying to look cool and arty.  Go to Harvard University MBA school and look at the students.  Those with high grade point averages will tend to be chilled out, dressed down.  Those who are struggling to make the grade scurry by in a suit, carrying a briefcase, trying hard to look important.

Identity strength does not come from personal power or influence, but they do tend to travel the same road.  You will only get a job as a CEO if you radiate self-confidence.  But a small cog in the organisation can also be a king in his own niche.  True contentment can come from finding that niche and being the best you that you can be.

It is very important in life to find and be your own true self.  After all, everyone else is taken!

Don’t change on my account ; by Shel Silverstein

If you’re sloppy, that’s just fine.
If you’re moody, I won’t mind.
If you’re fat, that’s fine with me.
If you’re skinny, let it be.
If you’re bossy, that’s alright.
If you’re nasty, I won’t fight.
If you’re rough, well that’s just you.
If you’re mean, that’s alright too.
Whatever you are is all okay.
I don’t like you anyway.

Emotion Capture

Echo and Narcissus

Echo & Narcissus by John Williams Waterhouse

Art is the pure expression of emotion.  It is the struggle by the artist to take the pure emotion that they experience in their head, their heart, the feeling in their bones, the sense in the pit of their stomach, and to wrestle this jumble of sensory experience into another medium.  Poets wrestle with words, painters bleed their hearts onto canvas, sculptors hack emotions, by splinter and shard, from blocks of wood and marble.

Then fools like me can take these works of art, and can use them as a means to frame our own feelings.  Art acts as a confessional, a psychiatrist, a therapist, helping emotionally stilted mortals to feel.

So what emotions am I accessing with a pre-Raphaelite painting of Echo and Narcissus, and a poem about rediscovery of self love?  Answers on a postcard please to PO Box 55614, Metown, Myland.  First prize is a 1 week residential course in Self-Examination.  Second prize is a 2 week course.

Love After Love; by Derek Walcott

The time will come
when, with elation,
you will greet yourself arriving
at your own door, in your own mirror,
and each will smile at the other’s welcome
and say, sit here. Eat.
You will love again the stranger who was your self.
Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart
to itself, to the stranger who has loved you
all your life, whom you have ignored
for another, who knows you by heart.
Take down the love letters from the bookshelf,
the photographs, the desperate notes,
peel your own image from the mirror.
Sit. Feast on your life.