I am self aware enough to know that anything that evokes deep emotion within me is always something about me.
I was self aware enough to know this was stupid, but I was also high enough to mentally prepare for the worst.
I felt insane, and the distress was further complicated by a bastardisation of Heller's Catch-22: If you're self aware enough to think you might have lost your mind, you obviously still have it.
Authenticity = Self-awareness x Courage "To live the Life Out Loud, you have to be self-aware enough to know who you are, and confident enough to put it out there in the world.
Would one of Mark's tormenters be self-aware enough to say, "Blue, I think I'm going to stop making fun of you"?
Obviously, you want people to be assertive enough to leap forward, but you also want them to be self-aware enough to honestly evaluate themselves.
You need to be self-aware enough to recognize the situations that create severe anxiety for you and manage your behavior to avoid sending unproductive messages to your people.
But in order to call out the falsehoods and dissembles and false comforts, we have to be trusted by our audiences, and we have to be self-aware enough to understand that at least some of our audiences now think that most of us are no better than the people we purport to keep honest: that we are all part of the same stinking, creaking, self-referential system that is increasingly cloaked in odium.
Remember, positivity and negativity are a choice, you just have to be self-aware enough to recognize it.
