Who Am I?

Who Am I is a popular ice-breaker game for groups.  Each person goes about the room asking yes or no questions until they think they know whose name is pinned to their back.

This is a game we play all through life, testing different viewpoints and personalities, and continually asking the question, Who Am I?

Blogging is no different.  Writers publish posts and seek feedback through likes and comments.  We may start out thinking we are one type of blogger, but evolve to find out we are someone completely different.

I began blogging after writing an amusing story to a work friend.  With just a little encouragement, she convinced me I should start a blog.  The time was right for me to learn something new, try something gutsy.  I had become disenchanted with life.  Everything seemed rather pointless.  So I began putting my thoughts on the internet and asked the brazen question, Who Am I?

As it turns out, this writing thing is a great therapy.  Better than a journal, the public medium insists I keep my words in check with honesty, respect and kindness.  As the tagline reads, I write about life and all things peaceful, balanced, whole and precious.  For me, these are the segments of happiness which, when joined together, bring meaning and purpose.   If I can make you laugh while doing all the above, it is most certainly the buttercream on my cake!

While I write for the therapy, for posterity, for love of the words, it is my sincerest hope that I motivate you to turn inward asking the question, “Who Am I?”

Peace . . .

 

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6 thoughts on “Who Am I?

  1. I agree that this is better than therapy or the journal. The journal doesn’t answer back and the therapist just asks more questions we are searching for the answers to already. Who am I is a game I’ve never played and probably wouldn’t win. 🙂 I like that your blogs are introspective. They help me ask myself questions that need answers as well. Thanks.

    1. I think this is the time in our life for introspection. Journals bring out the worst in me. It’s a private place that I feel safe to write all of the worst about my life. Then I feel horrible. I’ve tried gratitude journals, but the theme of gratitude limits me. I’m so pleased I caused you to ask yourself questions!

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