shells

Do I know who I am?

Most of the time, I forget who I am.

I think I’m actually this person who has tons of thoughts rolling around in her head.

I think I’m actually this person who works for a living.

I think I’m actually a mom, a wife, a daughter, a sister, an aunt, a niece.

I think I’m actually a writer.

I think I’m actually my feelings.

I think I’m actually my ego.

I think I’m actually the image I see in the mirror.

But I am none of those things. I can’t even truly see myself for who I am, nor could I ever.

The best I can do is see that I am none of those things. I’m not this container. I’m the container that’s containing the container. :-)

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