“Find yourself”.
A noble and honored pursuit in this day and age as more & more people reject the status quo set by the boomer generation (grind through school, career, family, & then maybe enjoy life when you retire).
So a few years ago I decided to set out to do exactly that.
I rejected the corporate 9–5, I bought myself a yoga mat & studio membership, and I began my journey to uncovering “Who is Liz?”.
And let me tell you what I expected this would look like:
I thought that one day, after all my inner work, meditation, & healing, I would arrive at my identity: concrete, solid, unmoving — essentially carved into stone.
And this identity would perfectly encapsulate who I am.
It would be so clear, that I would never question myself or my path ever again.
And everyone else would clearly see who I am too.
And “my purpose” would just perfectly unfold right before me.
And life would feel easy.
And the world would be right.
In a word — I thought my identity was just another thing in my life that could give me an illusion of control & a project to be perfected.
I thought finding myself would mean finally finding the most perfect version of myself. And I would never experience confusion, insecurity, or uncertainty again.
