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Who am I? in Thriving not Surviving

  • May 2, 2021, 12:40 a.m.
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We all have these moments and I suppose that is why I need to address this. Not only do we all have these moments it is continual. We go through this at all walks of life. This question is never a one and done. Who we perceive ourselves to be and how we define ourselves shifts and changes. It is often situational. “Who am I if I am not working at xyz job?” or “Who am I if I am not a mom (dad, parent, etc.)? We got lost in the ways we choose define ourselves. You read that right. I am going to repeat it to myself. I get lost in the ways I choose to define myself. I am a mother, daughter, library assistant, and so on and so on. It goes on infinitely. These definitions change and shift. They move and suddenly, I find myself stuck in this existential crisis trying to once again define who am I?

I am over this (for now) once I began to accept the fact that who I am changes. I am not the same person I was 10 years ago, 10 months ago or even 10 minutes ago. I am continually changing, shifting and growing. As I continue, who I am will change. I cannot remain the same person and expect to grow. I cannot define myself by what I do or by my relationships. My faith, I believe what has helped me has been to focus more on whose I am rather than who I am. I am a child of God. The daughter of the one true King. I stand on His strength. He will guide me and shape me. In His hands I am made strong, whole and free. What does the mean practically? How does the look? It means that I will fix my thoughts and my drive to who I want to be not what I am now. It means that I have to let go of the idea of what I thought I should be and accept what I am right now, in this moment. Focus on what it is I want to be tomorrow. Trust me this isn’t as easy as I make it sound. I have to be intentional. I have to get up every day and choose to focus on the person I am striving to be. (In my case, who God is calling me to be.)


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