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 Tell  Me About Yourself


"Tell me about yourself," she said.  I stared at her blankly.  To be honest, I had forgotten her name.  I think it was Donna.  We'll say it was Donna.  

Immediately, tears began streaming down my cheeks.  I gaped at Donna for a moment, embarrassed at my reaction, choked, unsure what to say.  "I really don't know how to answer that, " I eventually mumbled, looking down at my hands.  

I needed the job, at the ice cream store, and this interview was important.  I was sure I had blown it.  Fortunately, Donna recognized how necessary this job was for me, and she gave me a chance.  She saved my life at that time.  It was 2016.  It was the year I left my husband.

I had been married for the past 19 years, and with the same man for 20.  I had been a wife, a sister in law, a daughter in law, a daughter, and all of the things that go along with being married.  My identity had not been my own, but rather part of a united identity with my husband, for twenty years. I had not realized how completely I'd lost myself, until I left.  I was suddenly required to rely on myself, my own sense of identity, to survive.  I suddenly had to be a whole person on  my own.  I had no clue how to do that, because I had no clue who I was without my husband.  I had, for so long, identified as a part of something, and found it very difficult to identify myself.  I had completely forgotten everything about who "I" was; am; whatever.  

Now, 2023 is almost over.  The past seven years have been a period of exploration, discovery, realization and, rather unfortunately, added confusion.  This Wide World is a much different one than I left behind when I melded into that previous shared identity.  Humans relate differently now.  Navigating these relationships, these past seven years, has taught me that the most important relationship I should cultivate is my relationship with my Self.  I still do not fully know my Self.  

I spent all those years, covering my Self up with the trappings of that shared identity.  So much so, that "I" disappeared.  Fortunately, we all have the opportunity to build a new representation of ourselves.  This will be the focus of my life, for the rest of my life.  

Who am I?  The Creator of My Own Reality

Every day

Over and over

As long as it takes for Manifestation

💞🙏 

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