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I believe one of the best ways to get to the core of what’s important to you and to travel the road towards simplicity is to ask the right questions. So I am starting a series called Moving Towards Simplicity. You can answer these questions in your journal, in the comments below or at the MySimplerLife Facebook page.
Question #2:
Who are you?
The good. The bad. See yourself in honesty. Describe what makes you, you. Then you can create a life around who you really are. Not who you wish you could be.
I am 4 ft 11. I am introverted and kind. Lazy and fearful. I am highly sensitive, optimistic and see potential. I am calm and laugh easily. I am intuitive and sometimes see more than what is really there. I am spiritual. Encouraging. I love to learn, write, read and be outdoors.
How about you? I am…
I am a wife, mother, friend, daughter and woman. I am kind, caring, sensitive, spiritual, and loving. I am also hard on myself, feel too much guilt, and have self doubt and insecurities. I love people but need alone time. I live in pain daily, which I sometimes give in to. I feel lost, lonely and depressed at times. I’m a teacher and a learner. I like to read, scrapbook and eat sweets.
I am a recent empty nester, new grandma whose grandbaby lives across the country. A listener, peacemaker, book reader. I am a woman wondering how to get a life now that my kids have gotten one without me.
I am a wife, mother, sister, daughter and friend. I am sensitive, caring, & very socialable. I am very hard on myself and spend way to much time not realizing my full potential.
I like to think I am a sensible person who has only lost her way. Between the expectations of others and my own pain and weakness I have mislaid my ambitions for life. I’ve long wanted to be an author and an artist. I want to be healthy, but rheumatoid arthritis has blocked my mobility. I used to be 5’8″ and 145 lbs (even after three children), but since loosing my mobility I now weigh over 260 lbs, and I’m probably shorter but it’s hard to measure height in a wheelchair. I work long hours with my husband in our small shop, and when I get home I’m too tired to even think. As I’m waiting for my someday, my life is passing me by. I’m sensitive and sensible, but find that lately I am short tempered and argumentative. I am shocked every time I see a photo of myself, and wonder what happened to the young woman with so many dreams. I would like to remember what is truly important for me, and find the strength and courage to be the best me I can.