Recently I have been ruminating on the always present questions of life…Who am I and what is my purpose? More specifically the question that keeps coming to me is what defines me?
Walking today in the late sun I watched with wonder at my shadow leading me. I couldn’t take my eyes off the silhouette of the woman who I am.
Feeling a bit like I was outside of myself I began to list what I believe may define me: I am an exquisite lover of nature. I am a master dog walker and tree lover. I am collector of rocks. I have a crazy addiction to kickboxing. I have been known to judge others. I am aware of my body and what it needs. I am intuitive. I speak my mind. I prefer mornings to nights. I wish that I was less anxious about things I cannot change. I am empowered by empowering others. I am sometimes afraid. I wonder if I will ever be still. I love to be on a trail with only my thoughts. I have been hurt and I have hurt others. I know what loss is. I am a redhead. I worry too much. I love to write. I am an advocate. I am a seeker. I am compassionate. I practice gratitude everyday. I am strong-willed and powerful. I am a friend, a mother, a daughter, a sister, a lover, and a yogi.
My purpose? To find me. To listen. To love. To forgive. To be.