1/6/05: Who are you, really?

I'm not asking what your name is, where you were born, what you do for a living or how many children you have.
I'm not asking if you are a wife, mother, husband, son or sister.
I'm not asking if you are a doctor, lawyer, construction worker, housewife or artist.
I'm not asking if you are overweight, underweight, physically fit, tall or short.
I'm not asking how old you are, what astrological sign you are, or what moon rises in what sun of yours.
I'm not asking if you are African, Australian, or Native American. I'm not even asking what your philosophical, spiritual or religious beliefs are.

I don't really care about all that. They are all human derived labels and categories in which we put ourselves. I want to know WHO YOU ARE.

Who are you, really?

If you need adjectives to define yourself (kind, mean, funny, forgiving, clever, etc.), you are merely listing aspects of your personality.

Who are you, really?

If you need nouns to define yourself (teacher, mother, father, survivor, victim, Harvard graduate, etc.), you are merely listing some choices you have made, things you have accomplished.

Strip away all your labels. Challenge yourself to go beyond all the things you use to define yourself.

Who are you, really?