Embody the Whole Person You are
On the compartmentalization of life
Like many, there was a fear of rejection. I programmed myself like a 1950s robot to express only the acceptable things that made me like the other humans. In short, I compartmentalized myself to death.
The word of the day is: compartmentalize.
On Tuesday afternoon he is one thing, on Friday night something else, and then transforms into another human being on Sunday morning. With this friend she can let her intellect run around free, but with another group of friends she restrains her truest Self.
We know these people and are them. Perhaps it is a natural human response to the vast number of responsibilities and roles we must take on. In this space, I want to think about how and why we compartmentalize our lives into distinct categories.