I am shaped by past experiences, roles, expectations, and labels, and this identity feels familiar and safe—even when it is quietly limiting me. I hold on to it because I believe it defines who I am. In many ways, I become who I imagine myself to be. Waking up to who I truly am feels less like becoming something new and more like unlearning the definition of self that I have been holding onto.
As long as I cling to an identity formed by the past, it becomes difficult to recognize who I am now—or who I could be. Growth stalls when I insist on remaining loyal to an old version of myself. To wake up, I must be willing to loosen my grip on these imagined identities.
This letting go can feel unsettling, as though something essential is being lost. But what falls away is not my truth; it is the story I have mistaken for it. When the imagined self softens, space opens for something more real and alive to emerge.
Beneath every role and beyond every experience is a presence that is already whole. Awakening, then, is not an act of self-improvement, but of self-remembrance. When I let go of who I imagine myself to be, I make room to discover who I have always been.
Pause for Reflection: What idea of myself am I ready to loosen my grip on today?
Bluishmuse 