Claiming who we are is a big step.
For much of my childhood into my young adult years, I had to morph from one personality to another to feel safe, to fit in, and to protect my family. Can I really claim who I truly am? Don’t I need all of those parts of me on deck in case of an emergency?
But, as I think about it, all of those other versions of me weren’t actually me. They were masks, costumes and roles I had to take on in order to do what I needed to do.
And now, as an adult, I have the opportunity and privilege to claim ME. That is terrifying! Never before have I had to rely on ME to get things done. I always felt the need to don another identity, one that knew the important details, one that would be more well received/accepted and one that was able to convince the other person to do what needed to be done.
As I am on the precipice of claiming a big part of me and declaring it to the world, I feel overwhelmed and scared. And yet, I also feel centered, joyful and excited.
I am enough.
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