the making of me
I am a woman
I am strong, and I am delicate
Most recently, I am a wife
For as long as I can remember, I am a daughter
A sister, blissfully
A friend, fiercely
A yogini, because I can’t not be, knowing what I’ve come to know
I am a student, because learning fuels my search for this life’s mission
I am a teacher, because sharing what I learn brings me great joy and clarity
I am a writer, because I light up while doing it
I am an acupuncturist, because I am paid to use needles and skills-of-hand to work out people’s pains and dis-ease
I am a healer, because I succeed much of the time
I am a planner, which means I sometimes have difficulty anchoring in the now
I am practicing, because I keep coming back to my breath
I am growing, because I look much different from the inside than I did even last week
I am all of these identities, or have been, and perhaps will be again
And I am none
I am shifting, changing, can’t put your finger on it, pure potential
I am opening, shedding, embedding, awakening each moment I look to see beyond these collections of what makes up me
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