A few years ago a friend of mine worked really hard to help me buck my niceness. He wanted to help me show up the perfectly imperfect messy human I am, all in and seen. He saw all my light and all my dark and loved me whole.   He was perplexed in how I kept showing up with my false light {niceness} with others, knowing that my true light and dark were there too and more beautiful than any fake glow.   He stirred my dark and I stirred his light. We were quite the balance together: yin to yang, light to dark, masculine and feminine; the spectrum of living whole.   Have your ever squelched how you really feel to play…