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					<description><![CDATA[<p>Have you ever paused to ask yourself, “do I even know who I am anymore?” As wives, mothers, volunteers, and workers, it’s not uncommon to lose track of who we are in the midst of all that we do. We think as we get older we become more confident in who we are — but...</p>
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<p>Have you ever paused to ask yourself, “do I even know who I am anymore?” As wives, mothers, volunteers, and workers, it’s not uncommon to lose track of who we are in the midst of all that we <strong>do. </strong></p>



<p>We think as we get older we become more confident in who we are — but sometimes we just get busier. And sometimes we’re so busy we forget to ask if we’re living the life we <span style="text-decoration: underline;">should</span> be living.</p>



<p>Or maybe more accurately, is the person I’ve become the one I want to be? A couple of weeks ago, I asked the question, “<a href="https://elainejunge.com/who-do-you-want-to-be/">who do you want to be?</a>” One kind reader wrote hoping I’d talk about first figuring out who we are now. And it’s a good question!</p>



<h3 class="wp-block-heading">It’s easy to lose ourselves in the transitions</h3>



<p>As young women, most of us had some ideas about who we wanted to become. Many of us wanted to be wives and mothers, to follow careers, to make a difference in the world. As our lives got busier and busier, we achieved many of these goals. </p>



<p>We transitioned from schooling to careers, from single to married and eventually from married to married with children. And then, raising kids and living life became all-consuming. </p>



<figure class="wp-block-image size-large"><img data-recalc-dims="1" fetchpriority="high" decoding="async" width="640" height="480" src="https://i0.wp.com/elainejunge.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/02/ADB90CD1-4EAA-45A4-8C5C-7B714C807224.jpeg?resize=640%2C480&#038;ssl=1" alt="Do I even know who I am? At a certain point, we have to pause to reassess who we’ve become and who we want to be." class="wp-image-1802" srcset="https://i0.wp.com/elainejunge.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/02/ADB90CD1-4EAA-45A4-8C5C-7B714C807224.jpeg?w=640&amp;ssl=1 640w, https://i0.wp.com/elainejunge.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/02/ADB90CD1-4EAA-45A4-8C5C-7B714C807224.jpeg?resize=300%2C225&amp;ssl=1 300w" sizes="(max-width: 640px) 100vw, 640px" /><figcaption>Do I even know who I am? Sometimes we can feel lost in the crowd, one of so many others  busy living our lives. At a certain point, we have to pause to reassess who we’ve become and who we want to be.</figcaption></figure>



<h3 class="wp-block-heading">Pretty soon we’re busy juggling</h3>



<p> And when you’re juggling, you don’t have a lot of spare time or energy to put into self-discovery. At many times during those busy years I found myself looking for a bit of breathing room. At this stage, self care sounds pretty enticing. </p>



<p>But when you’re trying to keep from dropping balls, you’re really just tossing them higher to hopefully take an extra breath before you have to catch it again.</p>



<p>Or, maybe you’re running around retrieving balls off the floor.</p>



<p>I’ve certainly been there a time or two. And I have the scars to prove it, as they say. </p>



<h3 class="wp-block-heading">At some point, we do stop</h3>



<p>We come to the realization that life as we know it just isn’t working. We throw our hands up in the air and admit that <strong>we’re not fine</strong>, at least not always. For me, this became a journey of renewal that has taken quite a bit of time.</p>



<p>And as I write about my own journey, I’m beginning to understand that this stage of rediscovering who we are happens to many of us in middle adulthood. </p>



<h3 class="wp-block-heading">Awareness truly is the first step</h3>



<p>Like the proverbial lobster in the pot, we overlook what happens to us so gradually. The course of our lives changes in minuscule, even tiny steps.</p>



<p>And once we’re aware that we need to change ourselves or our lives, creating change often begins slowly as well. We notice, we reflect, we get really honest with ourselves. We begin to come to deep understanding of where we are strong and where we are broken. </p>



<h3 class="wp-block-heading"> And we begin to recover ourselves</h3>



<p>If you’re in this crazy stage of asking yourself if you even know who you are anymore, let me just give you a bit of hope. Underneath everything that you do now, under all the striving, performing and maybe even pretending to be strong — YOU are there. And you’re worth the journey of figuring out who you are: as yourself and a creation of God.</p>



<p>And, you’re not alone! As I’ve gone down this path, I’ve met women who share the journey. I’ve discovered how God delights in helping us on the path of becoming ourselves. </p>



<h3 class="wp-block-heading">Do I even know who I am? </h3>



<p>I am Elaine and I am becoming me. For today, that’s enough. It’s really not that simple, but in a way, it is. </p>



<p>Today, as I write, I look out the window at a snowy landscape. The birch trees stand straight and tall in front of me. Hundreds of trees, clustered together, strong of purpose. They seem much the same and yet some are bending with the weight of snow on them, some have lived more years and have strong branches. Still others in this particular grove are thin, or broken. </p>



<p>Each is unique, yet part of a community. Like us.</p>



<p>The snow falls lightly. Another day. We’re still standing and underneath the snow, perhaps we’re growing as well.</p>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>Who do you want to be? Does your identity match your vision? Many of us discover in middle adulthood that we&#8217;re not quite who we want to be. We&#8217;ve become a version of ourselves that&#8217;s gotten a bit off course and we begin to feel off-kilter, out of alignment with ourselves. Why is this and...</p>
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<p>Who do you want to be? Does your identity match your vision? Many of us discover in middle adulthood that we&#8217;re not quite <span style="text-decoration: underline;">who we want to be</span>. We&#8217;ve become a version of ourselves that&#8217;s gotten a bit off course and we begin to feel off-kilter, out of alignment with ourselves.</p>



<p>Why is this and what can we do to be our best selves? Discovering an identity and a purpose for life is an evolutionary process and a journey far more than a destination. </p>



<h3 class="wp-block-heading">So let&#8217;s start at the beginning</h3>



<p>We start our journey to learning who we are when we&#8217;re very young. Inevitably, we become the sum of the decisions we make throughout our lives.</p>



<figure class="wp-block-image size-large is-style-default"><img data-recalc-dims="1" decoding="async" width="768" height="1024" src="https://i0.wp.com/elainejunge.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/02/IMG_0827.jpeg?resize=768%2C1024&#038;ssl=1" alt="" class="wp-image-1773" srcset="https://i0.wp.com/elainejunge.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/02/IMG_0827.jpeg?resize=768%2C1024&amp;ssl=1 768w, https://i0.wp.com/elainejunge.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/02/IMG_0827.jpeg?resize=225%2C300&amp;ssl=1 225w, https://i0.wp.com/elainejunge.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/02/IMG_0827.jpeg?resize=920%2C1227&amp;ssl=1 920w, https://i0.wp.com/elainejunge.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/02/IMG_0827.jpeg?w=960&amp;ssl=1 960w" sizes="(max-width: 768px) 100vw, 768px" /><figcaption>Who do you want to be? It can feel like we&#8217;re chasing our shadow when we define our identity by our roles rather than the qualities that make up our unique way of being.</figcaption></figure>



<h3 class="wp-block-heading">We&#8217;re led to believe our roles define us</h3>



<p>Well-meaning adults often ask us who we want to be or what we want to do when we grow up. The purpose of the question, presumably, is to see if we&#8217;re beginning to develop a direction for our life. Yet, we begin from an early age to associate our identity with doing something.</p>



<p>Ak kids, most of us respond with short answers. We want to be a doctor or a nurse, a veterinarian, a chef, a fireman, the president of the United States. Likely we respond more to the allure of a job we&#8217;ve only heard about than from an actual knowledge of our own skills, talents or abilities. </p>



<p>And somehow, in our heads, this sense of identity, of who we want to be, becomes intertwined with what we <span style="text-decoration: underline;">do</span>.</p>



<h3 class="wp-block-heading">We focus on what we want to do</h3>



<p>When I was a child, I thought I would become a veterinarian because I loved animals.  As a high school student, my dad encouraged me to take business classes because I could always find work with business skills. And, as I entered college, I enrolled in classes headed toward physical therapy, influenced by family friends whose son had muscular dystrophy.</p>



<p>Yes, I had taken a couple of aptitude tests but in reality, they gave me very little useful information other than that I wanted to work with people because I had good &#8220;people skills.&#8221; I had no more idea of who I wanted to be at 20, than I did at 11. </p>



<h3 class="wp-block-heading">We navigate the maze</h3>



<p>As young adults, we adventure down many paths to determine who we are going to be. We seek open doors and head down paths until we hit walls.</p>



<p>And on the physical therapy path, my first wall was an anatomy/physiology course which focused heavily on memorization, NOT my forte. I bombed both semesters without even realizing this was a screening mechanism. And then, I veered off into medical record keeping &#8212; apparently a path for those less scientifically inclined. </p>



<p>And then I bumped into another wall. We visited the local hospital records room and I was appalled. No people there, just row after row of files. </p>



<h3 class="wp-block-heading">If we&#8217;re lucky, our way of being gets notice</h3>



<p>Discouraged and disenchanted, I took a part-time job in the local newspaper&#8217;s advertising department, following a talent for editing other people&#8217;s words. Here, I found people like me, with a love for words and a talent for communicating with others. </p>



<p>I&#8217;ll always remember Wanda, the exacting manager of the advertising copy editing team. She saw my natural abilities and took time to train me to better use them. She taught me to slow down and focus on quality work. And in time, she encouraged me to learn new skills and advance into creating ads. </p>



<h3 class="wp-block-heading">She reminded me who I wanted to be</h3>



<p>Wanda cast a vision of me that I hadn&#8217;t considered. She helped me see that I had a natural talent in this area and that I could grow my skills in this area. And she reminded me what I knew deep within myself: that I was someone who did quality work, who paid attention, and continuously improved. </p>



<p>And those small beginnings led me down a path of becoming a stronger person, a better employee, and an effective contributor to the mission of a large organization. </p>



<p>Looking back, I think there is so much more value in observing who we want to be, not by the roles we will play in our life, but by our <strong><em>identity</em></strong>.  </p>



<p>One&nbsp;definition of identity&nbsp;is: </p>



<blockquote class="wp-block-quote is-layout-flow wp-block-quote-is-layout-flow"><p>&#8220;Identity is who you are, the way you think about yourself, the way you are viewed by the world and the characteristics that&nbsp;<strong>define</strong>&nbsp;you.&#8221;  &nbsp;</p><cite><strong><em>(</em></strong><a href="https://www.yourdictionary.com/identity">yourdictionary.com</a><strong><em>)</em></strong></cite></blockquote>



<h3 class="wp-block-heading">So who do you want to be? </h3>



<p>Who are you now, who do you want to be, and who are you on your way to becoming? Are the habits and behaviors of your life today congruent with your sense of identity? And will your current decisions help you become who you want to be? Or do you need to make course corrections? </p>



<p>I&#8217;ve been thinking a lot about these questions. And as I answer them for my life today, I&#8217;m realizing areas where I might need to let go of some habits that aren&#8217;t serving me well &#8212; and strive for habits that anchor me in the person I want to become.   </p>



<h3 class="wp-block-heading">We can <span style="text-decoration: underline;">always</span> adjust our path &#8230;</h3>



<p>We can make changes to live mindfully into the story of our own lives. And, we can wake up each day and think about who we are, who we want to be &#8212; and what small changes will lead us to where we want to be. </p>



<p>For today, maybe that&#8217;s enough. We set the course, acknowledge the need for change, and create a <a href="https://elainejunge.com/small-beginnings/">small beginning</a>. We&#8217;ll grow into it. After all, it&#8217;s a journey. One day we&#8217;ll make it to our final destination but that&#8217;s an ending &#8212; and we&#8217;re not ready for that. </p>
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