Asking the question of: Who are you?

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I was riding my bike last week when I saw this on my return trip back home.

Admittedly, it got me to thinking for the duration of my ride back…

Who are you?

Who am I?

Who should I be?

My aspirations versus my duty or calling.

This is more than a rhetorical question,  truth be told I am inclined to think that this a query that many of us wrestle with and  try to make sense of.

Sometimes taking a seat does wonders for the soul.

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In an effort to make sense of it all, I make it a point to extract myself from that which would attempt to chip away at my peace.

Like the old adage says:

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“Sometimes you can’t see the forest for the trees.”

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I’m listening,  savoring and marinating in the broth of time, cognizant that each minute that I have.

Brings me closer to:  Who I am.

Stopping to smell the roses (or violets) for that matter is essential.

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Eventually,  it will lead to relvations that can serve to wash away those barriers to empowerment.

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Who am I?

I don’t know yet, but I’m going to figure it out.

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