Keep answering this question.
What makes you, you?
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What are you here for? And who are you, really?
A gif of a woman in a white collard shirt with a short black bob hairstyle asks Who Am I? And the gif zooms in on her head to reveal herself holding a glass of wine answering with an attitude Bitch, I don't know.
When I ask myself this question, part of me sings that Meredith Brooks song
(I'm a bitch / I'm a lover / I'm a child / I'm a mother)
and part of me sings that Moana song
(I am the girl who loves my island / I am a girl who loves the sea / it calls me)
and then another part of me - the part that's loudest lately - says:
“Not sure. Let's see.”
I love this part, this not-sure one.
She is in so many ways the most wise, and the most free.
When the not-sure one is in charge, I'm not trying to prove myself.
what a fucking relief
The not-sure one has no agendas, no expectations.
The not-sure one understands that all of life unfolds in the twists and turns of co-creation, and that includes me.
The not-sure one knows:
My roles don't have to confine me.
I'm not a project to perfect.
I'm ever-evolving sentient stardust.
I'm an unfurling miracle.
That, ^right there^, is so easy to forget.
To remember, and to bring that to life, here's what to ask:
What's calling me?
What idea excites me?
Where are am I ready to explore and express more of myself?
What do I want to just TRY?
Who else am I?
A gif of the Netflix animated series of Sandiego with a red trench coat and red brimmed hat lighting a match and saying Let’s find out.
love,
Natalie