I finished a book today that had me pondering my growing up and the way I have defined myself over time.
Did I define myself by what I wasn’t? Comparing myself to my siblings, friends, my parents? Do I do the same thing now?
When I experiment with sentences that begin with “I am not..,” I feel confined by a sense of deficit or loss.
But when I use “I am” statements, I definitely sense more possibility born out of being a starting place rather than an ending.
The hard part is that it is easy for me to jump to the I-am-nots faster than the I-ams.
Try it out – what statements come to mind for you?
The book is The Weird Sisters, by Eleanor Brown