I write, but I am not a writer. I teach, but I am not a teacher. I practice yoga, but I am not a yogi.
Get it yet? Or maybe…
I clean the house, but I am not a house cleaner. I mow the lawn, but I am not a lawn mower. I wash the dishes, but I am not a dish-washer. I eat a vegetarian diet, but I am not a vegetarian.
Why do we identify ourselves so often with the things we do?
Language is powerful. How we speak of ourselves to others, to ourselves, and to the world gives suggestions and permissions for judgements and criticisms. Sometimes these judgements are positive, sometimes these judgements are negative.
But why allow for any judgement at all?
While I may actually be a yogini today, does that define my existence? If I have not always been a yogini, does this influence my decision to label myself as such? And what if, in the future, I no longer practice yoga? Does my definition of self change?
Tomorrow, I may be a completely different person than I am today. I am a completely different person than I was yesterday. My entire cellular structure renews itself completely every seven years. Why would I place a permanent definition upon myself, inviting judgements and structure and limitations? Why intentionally put a name on something that is unnameable, limitless?
I am limitless. I am a beautiful soul. I am everything and nothing, all at the same time. I am not what I do. I am not what I think about. I am not my career, my hobbies, my education, my procrastination, my dreams, my fears, my attitudes. I am beyond definition. I am constantly changing, and I want you to meet me as I am today, not as I was yesterday, or ten years ago, or even ten years into the future. Know me now. That’s the only me there is to know.
Love, light, and peace to all. ❤