One of the many beautiful outcomes of my aging is the two characters in my life story became one.
For most of my life there were two characters that made up my “me story.” The first character was created in my self-talk, the inner voice that took me to sleep and was there for me the next morning. Much of it was very private, and I could not share it with the people around me.
My second character was the one I projected to the world. It was based on how I thought others would appreciate me most. This character could shift at a moment’s notice based on who was in the room.
A few years ago my two characters began to merge into one. My outside voice sounded more like my self-talk. I found my family and close friends identified more with the inside me than the one that required constant refinements and enhancements.
I’m happy to be just one character now.