I've been through some life changes in the past few years and I found myself asking Who am I? The immediate responses in my head were mother wife daughter employee etc. But then I said No, my question to myself is Who am I to Me? not who am I in relation to others. I'm no longer an employee or a wife, my daughter is grown and my mother is in poor health. But I am still Me. And I love it!
I've been through some life changes in the past few years and I found myself asking Who am I? The immediate responses in my head were mother wife daughter employee etc. But then I said No, my question to myself is Who am I to Me? not who am I in relation to others. I'm no longer an employee or a wife, my daughter is grown and my mother is in poor health. But I am still Me. And I love it!
This is the question, isn't it? Because the things we do become our identity, especially those first few decades of life -- we look for our identity in those things, almost like clothes we put on, you know? And then we have to find who we really are, don't we? I forget where I read this, but I remember seeing it said this way once: "life is a great unfolding..." I wish I could find the essay!
I've been through some life changes in the past few years and I found myself asking Who am I? The immediate responses in my head were mother wife daughter employee etc. But then I said No, my question to myself is Who am I to Me? not who am I in relation to others. I'm no longer an employee or a wife, my daughter is grown and my mother is in poor health. But I am still Me. And I love it!
This is the question, isn't it? Because the things we do become our identity, especially those first few decades of life -- we look for our identity in those things, almost like clothes we put on, you know? And then we have to find who we really are, don't we? I forget where I read this, but I remember seeing it said this way once: "life is a great unfolding..." I wish I could find the essay!