Dear one,
Who do you think you are? That’s the question I posed when I began teaching an addiction class recently.
We talked about how the question itself can make us feel defensive, then I asked everyone to turn the question inward and ask “Who do I think I am?” I didn’t want to know who they were yesterday, but who they think they are today.
The responses were interesting, in that every one of them was a positive trait. I’m a great listener. I’m a spiritual being. I’m a good welder. I applauded the effort while reminding the class that we can’t ignore the negative aspects of who we are: I have a quick temper. I’m impatient. I’m terrible at math. I don’t read very well.
We talked about mindfulness and how it’s basically just a buzzword to remind us to be here now. We talked about self acceptance and how we have to embrace our strengths and our weaknesses in order to accept the entirety of who we are. That doesn’t mean we have to like everything about ourselves, only that we can’t ignore it.
Today I ask you Who do you think you are?
Never forget that I love you, and that excludes no one.
Love,
