Bozos on the bus

If you’re wearing a disguise for too long, it will be difficult for the mirror to recognize you. At the end of the day I hope you become the person they didn’t expect you to be. Be proud to wear you.  Dodinsky


I recently wrote a post on the masks we wear and was delighted with the response I got from readers. I was reminded again of this post today, while reading Elizabeth Lesser’s “Broken Open: How Difficult Times Help Us Grow” . One of the stories I really like which Elizabeth Lesser tells in her book is  called “Bozos on the Bus.”

In her own words, “It’s about how we spend so much time pretending to each other that our lives are all together, because we don’t want to admit that we’re just a “bozo on the bus.” But lo and behold, when you admit that to someone else, there’s so much freedom and there’s so much intimacy created. I would read that chapter, and it would encourage someone to raise their hand and say something like, “I was just diagnosed with cancer” or “My wife left me” or “I hate my job.” And just one person saying that in a group of 60 people, you could feel the whole group just sighing-like “The jig’s up, we’re all just bozos on the bus. We can get on with really being together.”

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