Tag Archives: identity

I am…

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“The unexamined life is not worth living.” ~Socrates

Here’s the thing. If we don’t really assess our lives, we won’t accurately judge how we’re doing as Children of God. Won’t know if we’re living up to our potential… Or if we’re fully functioning in the gifts and talents that He gave us… We also may not recognize what areas of our lives need to be chipped away, as iron sharpens iron…

I think we shy away from talking about our strengths because we don’t want to brag. And I think we shy away from highlighting our weaknesses because, duh, who wants to do that?? But, the thing is, most of us are our own worst critics. If asked, we can quickly come up with a laundry list of things we don’t like about ourselves. Some of us have a harder time honestly recognizing the good within us.

This is not about pride or humility. This is about making an accurate assessment of who we really are (see Romans 12:3). So this is what we’re gonna do. We’re gonna have another anonymous post, but one where we complete the following sentences in the safety of this community, and in the anonymity that this offers at times:

I am __________________.

I should be _____________.

Leave the anonymous info as you’re filling in the boxes (anon@anonymous.com works fine) or you can claim your identity as you comment. Just let it go right here. I already have some ideas for what might come of this confessional.

The “new” me.

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So, last night I went digging through my blog post drafts to see if something tasty was ready for your mental ingestion this morning.

And, to my confusion, I found a post titled The “new” me.–boasting a word count of  zero. Yes. Nada. Blank. No text in it at all. Just that title.

I have no idea where I was going with this a month ago when I typed out those three words. I don’t know who this new me is… What I’m like. What’s drastically different. I mean, yes, I think a lot has changed since sunshine and Vitamin D have returned to my regularly scheduled program, but I think I’m still me on the inside.

Right…?

Oh well. I don’t know what I was getting at. But, let’s turn it into a blog post anyway, shall we?

If you could create a “new” you, what would you be like? Or, to make it easier, what ONE thing would you change about yourself if you were given the chance?

What’s your name…?

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So. We’ve got this ongoing challenge at work. One of our coworkers has this mysterious middle name that she won’t tell us about. And, well, we’re the type of goof-offs to devote a small portion of our staff meeting to the efforts of going through a list of names that meet the requirements she gave us, only to come up short and still not know what her middle name is. (And, dearest HR committee members and faithful tithers to The Chapel, this technically doesn’t count as a time-waster, since our staff meeting always runs through our lunch break on Thursdays. Don’t worry. We’re still getting the job done!)

So now that I’ve done an adequate job of introducing the topic of names, I wanna move on to the real reason why I’m writing.

Names. We all have one. And they always have some meaning to them. I know this because you can walk in any tacky gift-shop off I-95 and find that display with the overly-decorated cards that have names-with-corresponding meanings for sale.

Some people find great significance in the meaning of their names. They adopt the meaning itself as a testament of who they are. Their identities are influenced by their names…

So, what’s your name? And what does it mean? and does this hold any significance to your sense of self?

I’ve wanted to do this for a long time…

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…and ten years later, I did:

There’s this “little” flea market on the side of the road in Florida. And I’ve driven by this big chair more times than I can remember. And every time I’ve thought I wanna climb up in that chair and take a picture. But, I’ve always chickened out, thinking people driving down the road might think I’m crazy.

But, I’m past that. Past that. If I sat around all day wondering what other people would think, I’d never have an original thought. I wouldn’t be an original. Dreaming dreams has made me less concerned about others’ opinions.

I’m not you. And, you’re not me. And, I’m not going to waste time asking forgiveness for taking ten years to get here. I’m just going to be here. Fully here. Fully me.

I’m gonna be the best me I can be, and I’m going to hope that you do the same.

Tell me about your formers…

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So… I’ve got a witty-sense-of-humor crush on Cole Harmonson, @PreMiddleAge. There. I said it.

And, upon recently reading her bio, I noticed two things:

1) She has only chosen to tell us what men have to say about her – even her nephew. She doesn’t include a single descriptive from the females in her life. (You know I’m gonna analyze that.)

2) She has a lot of former identifiers. ie: former congressional intern. (She is much more interesting than this particular former.)

So let’s share some “formers” today:

I’m a former Vidalia Sweet Onion telemarketer, former VW bug driver, former librarian, former parking lot painter, former personal assistant.

Ok. you’re turn.