Who am I?
Had you asked me this 6 months ago,
I would’ve answered it very confidently.
It was a question I thought I had figured out.
And at such a young age?
It was truly my biggest flex.
I thought I knew myself to the core,
and that may have been true at the time.
It’s true that we learn more about ourselves
when our values and beliefs are tested.
I thought I had solved all of life’s questions,
but ya girl couldn’t have been more wrong.
I’ve learned that our answers to different
questions will vary throughout our lives.
So now, I’m at a crossroads once again,
trying to find the answers to all of these questions:
What makes me angry? And how do I deal with anger?
What brings me happiness? And how do I express it?
What are my passions and dreams? And how will I achieve them?
What do I really believe in? And why?
What are my deal breakers? And why are they deal breakers?
What is really important to me in this life? And do I show it?
What will I not compromise on? And why are they so important to me?
What is my purpose in life? And will I ever know?
What makes me, me? And am I happy with who I am?
But more importantly…
Who am I when I’m completely alone?
It’s the journey back to me.
A journey I knew I had to take,
but was too scared to start.
I’ve veered off track too many times,
but I’m more than ready now.
However, I don’t know where the actual destination is.
Maybe I have never been there before.
In these 28 years of life, I have trekked on.
The detours of life will always change,
but the goal will always be the same:
Who am I? The real me.
That’s a question we have to answer for the rest of our lives.
And the answer is forever changing.
The journey back to me is a little confusing,
but damn is it rewarding.
There is no end destination.
I’ve missed me. But I’m a new me.
I excited to meet this version of her.
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