My Best Self

This morning as I reflected on my life, I at first felt disheartened that I’ve yet to actualize who it is I want to be in the world.  Nevertheless, I simultaneously felt encouraged that I’m not who I used to be.

Who do I want to be?  The agent of love, peace, and restoration God implanted in my soul. The wife and mother my family deserves.  The teacher my students need.  A comforter.  A writer.

I could continue, but I think ultimately I want to play my game and not worry if my game is different than everyone else’s.  I’m alright if I’m playing chess while everyone else around me is playing checkers.  The problem is that I don’t know how to play chess.

I suppose I’m in the process of figuring out what my game is and learning how to play it.  I’ll get to my best self one step at a time.

Roshaunda in 1940's-esque couture
Roshaunda in 1940’s-esque couture

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