Who Am I?
I’ve been sitting with myself a lot lately.
Not distracted.
Not scrolling.
Not trying to outrun my thoughts.
Just… sitting.
And when you sit with yourself long enough, something starts happening.
You start seeing you.
Not the version you show people.
Not the version that’s holding everything together.
But the real you.
This space right here?
This blog?
It’s not just a blog.
It’s a mirror.
It’s been showing me who I’ve been…
who I am…
and who I’m slowly becoming.
Let me start here, because I don’t do this enough.
I’m resilient.
Life has knocked me around in ways I didn’t expect…
but I didn’t stay down.
I adjusted.
I figured things out.
I kept moving, even when I didn’t feel like it.
And I love deeply.
That’s just who I am.
Sometimes I care too much…
but I’d rather be that than not care at all.
Now let’s not act brand new.
Because I know I’ve got work to do.
I overextend.
I take on more than I should.
I try to fix things that don’t belong to me.
And sometimes?
I’m too hard on myself.
Like… unnecessarily hard.
I’ll expect perfection out of me…
while giving everybody else grace.
Yeah… we fixing that.
Growth is not pretty.
Let me just go ahead and say that.
It’s uncomfortable.
It’s frustrating.
And it will make you look at parts of yourself you tried to ignore.
But I’m starting to understand something:
If I don’t face it…
I repeat it.
And I don’t have the energy to keep repeating the same lessons.
I’m learning.
Still.
Learning how to pause.
Learning how to say no and not feel guilty about it.
Learning how to stop pouring into people who don’t pour back.
Learning how to give myself the same grace I give everybody else.
Because the truth is…
I’m not done becoming.
And for once?
I’m okay with that.