Have you ever forgotten how to be yourself?
No, this isn’t some wild rhetorical question... I’m being truly serious and about as honest as I can be.
Have you ever forgotten... to be completely 100 % you. Whether it was for a moment, or a lifetime.
Maybe a milestone hit or something tragic happened. Something was lost, someone... then you just woke up the next day and kept living.
Kept moving.
Your body was moving and words were coming out but it wasn’t you.
It’s just a season, you say. Or this is part of the process. This is grief, growth, maybe even a little bit of both.
You read books that tell you how to be you.
You listen to podcasts, which are poorly done yes men episodes by your favorite person of influence who doesn’t actually have as busy a schedule as they make it seem.
You laugh and cry and sleep and eat and nothing seems different.
But somehow, you’re watching yourself... or whoever that person is.
Live your life. Hang out with your friends, miss parents phone calls, and forget to turn the laundry over again.
It’s an out of body experience.
You feel weightless, worried that you’re missing something.
But then you realize you’re just remembering how to be you.
You’re seeing the day in and day out as if you got a second chance at being you.
Minus the books and podcast.
Skipping the pre mid life crisis and needing to go on a hike you wouldn’t ever survive.
You cry hard enough.
Breathe deep enough.
Say how grateful you are to remember.
You were never perfect.
You were never what those people thought you were.
You are you.
And being able to stand back and watch, is one of the greatest gifts, most people never receive this side of heaven.
It’s not a reset.
It’s another scene from the movie you direct and star in.
I thought, for so long.
I was moving in slow motion.
Trying to solve an unsolved mystery.
My own heart.
But the greatest realization was that I didn’t need to fight for it like so many have tried.
I haven’t forgotten who I am,
I just forgot where I put the key.
I thought, for so long.
I was moving in slow motion.
Trying to solve an unsolved mystery.
My own heart.
But the greatest realization was that I didn’t need to fight for it like so many have tried.
I haven’t forgotten who I am,
I just forgot where I put the key.
