🌸 Sip Journal
Title: Who I Am, Who I Am Not
Posted: August 18, 2025
In order to understand who I am,
I must also understand who I am not.
It’s easy to meet a stranger.
Easy to find commonalities that spark conversation.
Easy to read the signs: eyes that look away, a body that leans back, a mind drifting elsewhere.
But if we stay at the surface,
we never see the whole person.
We never value the gift of presence
that has been placed before us.
And so we hide.
We hide behind small talk.
We hide behind makeup,
behind titles,
behind the façade of “success.”
We mask failure with accomplishment,
fear with distraction.
We judge, and therefore we hide.
We judge ourselves, and therefore we limit ourselves.
But who I am is not what I have done,
what I own,
or how I appear.
On the surface, I am:
a mom,
an adventurer,
an insurance adjuster,
a writer,
a dreamer.
I’ve been divorced,
lived in eight states,
worn the same shoes through thirteen countries.
I’m witty, kind, guarded, busy, and bold.
I take my coffee seriously.
But beneath the surface?
Internally, I am:
kind, caring, intuitive, vulnerable, spiritual.
I crave connection beyond the surface.
I give trust fully, though I guard it when broken.
I see patterns, read between the lines, and hold space for truth.
I love deeply,
value transparency,
and give more than I take.
I’ve learned that love without boundaries
becomes self-erasure.
So I value closeness and space in equal measure.
I live in the paradox of being self-reliant,
yet deeply connected.
Like everyone else,
I have a shadow.
I overthink,
avoid confrontation,
bury myself in work when I feel out of control.
I stay too long in places where I hope for change,
but I will not remain where I am not valued.
Everyone has a story.
Everyone is on a journey.
Mine hasn’t been all butterflies and rainbows—
but rivers of tears,
hard lessons,
growth forged in fire.
There have been just as many failures as successes.
But every step forward
has revealed not only who I am—
but who I am not.
And in that knowing,
I’ve found freedom.
I’ve learned to love myself.
I’ve learned to set boundaries.
I’ve learned how to let go of anything—
or anyone—
that does not serve my higher purpose.
No matter how much it hurt,
I’ve learned how to let it go.
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✨ Sip of Truth: Transformation begins not only in claiming who you are—but in releasing who you are not.
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