We don’t find ourselves by standing still. By stopping all activity until we finally know who we are. By hiding in a cave until future she shows herself to us.
We find ourselves by doing.
Doing the things we feel called to do.
Then making mistakes and saying “Hey, that’s not quite for me.”
We find ourselves by creating.
Creating things we are proud of.
Things that work and things that don’t work.
We find ourselves by feeling into our bodies as we do all of these things. Maybe it feels good to fail. Maybe it feels good to wake up before dawn.
No one knows but you. And you won’t know until you stop hiding.