So, Who Am I?
I was unsure of how I wanted to introduce myself here. I even googled “the best About page for a blog”, and yet they didn’t really resonate with me. I wondered, what would you want to know about me, and why?
How can I introduce who I am, beyond my identities and my roles?
Without mentioning my gender, race, nationality, age, job, achievements, or struggles?
Perhaps you’d ask for my zodiac, or the labels of a personality test, seeking a familiar grasp to place me in?
At times, I feel like water’s fluidity, an empty vessel, a lifelong learner, a messy canvas, and an explorer of the depths.
But is my perception of who I am the truth when everyone who meets me forms their version of who I am?
So I realized that I’d rather have you learn and discover who I am through the posts. Maybe a glimpse here and there. I’ll let each word and post show what it wants to reveal and what lands for you about me.
“Do you have the patience to wait till your mud settles and the water is clear?“
– Lao Tzu, Tao Te Ching, Chapter 15 (Stephen Mitchell) –
Why This Blog?
For a long time, I didn’t realize that I wasn’t fully expressing a part of myself, or that it was quietly asking for space.
This blog is a space for that voice.
And through my self-expression, I also hope to offer you the gift of reflection.
I’m not here to provide answers; I can only share the questions I have for myself.
You hold your answers within you, and they might not look like mine.
My wish is that something you read here will ripple into your own reflections and bring you closer to your inner nature.
Seek still — and meet me (and maybe yourself) on the page.
It’s a gentle invitation to explore together with an open mind, to see what arises without judgment.
I believe that when we begin to have a more conscious view of life, one that is true to our inner nature rather than external influences, we start to live from a place of love and creation. Not fear.
How your creation takes shape in the world is your unique gift. And it’s waiting to be expressed.
What came up for you as you read this page? Curiosity? Inspiration? Or perhaps disappointment?
Is there a part of you that feels dissatisfied with not knowing the “stories” of who I am? If so, why?
Who are you outside of your identities and your roles?
Notice, where in your body do you want to place your hand when you think of “I”?