The Power and Terror of Redefining Yourself
Over the last year or so, I’ve experienced a number of identity shifts. The ways I used to define myself — the things I’ve considered core parts of who I am and who I’m becoming have shifted.
Truly, the biggest shift has been to move from the external to the internal.
Growing up I was always the good student and the hard worker. The high achiever.
In recent years I’ve been a runner/athlete and a first-time author and someone who wasn’t afraid to change my life and move to a new state.
I’ve spent a lot of time defining myself by external things — my passions and hobbies, my achievements, the things I do on a consistent basis.
I’m finally ready to love myself as I am as a person, without the self-acceptance being based on outer validation and activities.
I am an incredible woman. An amazing partner, daughter, and friend. I am lovable and loved.
No matter what I’m doing, I’m safe, valuable and worthy just being me.
Here are a few things I’ve learned in the healing process, during this potent time of redefining myself:
