I used to think I knew myself really well. I could very accurately predict how I’d behave if I got angry or perceived an injustice or a threat.
But I only knew what I was like in reaction to someone or something else… what she said, what he did, how they behaved.
I didn’t know who I was on my own, when I wasn’t trying to play a role or please someone or fight something.
To know who you are, you have to go into the wilderness and feel all the fear and insecurity and anxiety and shame… own it, howl it into the emptiness until you’ve used up all your bitterness and blame.
And then let it scatter into the wind and give way to the joy and passion and love that breathes life into every heartbeat. And hear the quiet whisper of peace…
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