Identity is a matrix really, Am I really Jack White when I do air guitar? As I read Emund Hilary am I really there at the top of Everest? Did i just get the chequered flag in the Moto GP? Sometimes I’m just in the shadow of life, sometimes I’m clutching onto a map for guidance, sometimes I’m just on the edge, sometimes I’m projecting someone else, sometimes I’m looking into the distance – and am in the distance, and sometimes I’m fooling around and having fun, it’s all in the mix.
When people talk about identity, I think of all sorts of angles, personality, character, experiences, vocation, passions, and also masks. The inner and outer me, who do I want you to see and know? I think of Janus too. We talk about “Showing up”, authenticity, being real. In the end, for me identity is a matrix, but at its core is the gold of integrity.
Paul,
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I have six: the shadow, the child, the aged crone, the … need I go on? They are all me, I am all them, but only one at a time, thank you! Don’t want it to get too crowded in there.
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You’re just Jung at heart 🙂
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and freud and confucious and foucault and … can’t help it – it’s the mind-stretch thingy.
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Yes to that and all of them
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