WHO AM I?
This is a question I’ve asked myself more times than I can count.
Haven’t you?
I mean, ‘finding oneself’ in this day and age is about as easy as nailing Jell-O to a tree.
I think the first time I pondered this question was when I began to dress myself as a young child, thus making the declaration to the world, “This is who I am!”
Judging from this photo, the message I was broadcasting was apparently, “I am everything.”
After that proud moment, I did what all of us do – I grew up in my own awkward way. I had bouts of both excellence and mediocrity, proving that I am, in fact, human.
I had a brief love affair with the concept of ‘fitting in,’ and tried to be the person who others thought I should be.
But I failed miserably.
I even ran myself into the ground and ended up unable to walk or hold a pencil in my hand, but that’s a dramatic story for another day.
The truth is, I don’t fit it.
I’m not normal.
And I can’t do what normal people can do. (Just ask my family about all my special needs.)
But what I can do has been called extraordinary by some.
I can speak to the ocean, and I can hear her when she speaks to me.
I can befriend the dolphins, turtles, and manta rays, and I’m often welcomed into their underwater games.
I feel I was born to swim. To connect with the sea creatures and receive wisdom from the ocean. When I’m suspended in the salt water, my heart opens, and I feel as if I have come home.
May my words bring you a little closer to your heart. To your path. May they guide you home.