The other day, I received a stern side-eye glare and was admonished not to “ forget where [I] came from.” Not able to just let it roll off my back because of a need to analyze it down to its worth, it prompted me to think about what makes me, me. In the past I have vehemently denied having changed. I’M STILL MEEEEE! And I can prove it!! I feel like the movie characters who are trying to prove they are the REAL one and in desperation they’re like “ask me anything.”
But a wise person told me once. You have changed, and that’s ok. Which shook my world…
It seems life is about the balance of defining oneself in what one wants to one day become (potential) vs. who am I now vs. where did I come from (roots). One is not more important than others although one may have more focus at various points in our lives. You can be bound by your roots, and you can also lose yourself in the clouds. And this is a pendulum you should ride on one extreme or the other when appropriate, just because you can.
“I know both how to be abased, and I know how to abound: every where and in all things I am instructed both to be full and to be hungry, both to abound and to suffer need.” Philippians 4:12.
Remember that the only requirement I have to be me, is to still be in my skin. I believe this is terms of race, intelligence, gender-identity/sexuality, and love. I don’t have anything further to PROVE, than to just live my life in my best interests (see BE KINDA SELFISH post) and by my convictions.
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