I Didn't Know I Was Me (And Apparently, No One Else Did Either)

Ever had one of those moments where you look at your life and think, “Wait… this can’t be my final form”? Same. This one’s for anyone who’s ever felt unseen, stuck in a season of “almost,” or secretly waiting for their main character arc to kick in.

You don't have to do anything to be you, except Be You!

I once watched a sermon called “I Didn’t Know I Was Me.” The title alone hit me like a heart punch from heaven in the best way possible. I’d go back to it over and over again just to remind myself that, apparently, I wasn’t the only one confused about being… well, myself.

For the longest time, I didn’t know I was me. I had these wild, cinematic glimpses of a future version of myself. She was confident, creative, maybe even slimmer with the healthiest locs I’d ever seen, and I was sure she was real. The problem? My actual life looked nothing like that. Years passed, and not only was my reality stuck in reruns, but no one else seemed to recognize that I was, in fact, me.

Sure, my family believed in me. But we tend to discount them, right? “Of course you believe in me, you share my last name!” But let me tell you something. This is a sidebar, not really sidebar. Count them anyway. No one has to believe in you. When you’re at your lowest, count everything and everyone. Your third-grade art teacher who told you your stick figures had “imagination”. Count her. Your barista who spelled your name correctly that one time. Count them too.

Because just like it costs actual currency to build your dream life, it costs the currency of hope to keep going while it’s under construction. Every person who sees even a glimpse of you drops a little coin in your hope jar. When you’re running low, cash out on those memories. Remind yourself that you’ve been seen. Maybe not by everyone, but by someone, and that counts.

Now, for all the folks who don’t see you? Count that as protection.

As you become more of who you truly are, you’ll realize the anonymity of the becoming phase is a blessing in disguise. I call it The Clark Kent Era. You’re out here blending in, working on your superpowers, while everyone else just thinks you’re another person in glasses trying to mind your business.

Truth is, once people know you, well... Everyone knows you. The lines blur between real and fake, love and clout. And if they had recognized your greatness too soon, they might have latched on, weighed you down, or distracted you with their own insecurities, seeing your strengths only through the lens of what they need. Basically, still not truly seeing you because they see you only as much as you benefit them and… I digress. Whew, my bad, that flashback was loud. Yikes. Let me dip into my hope jar real quick and get back on track lol... 

Thank you, invisible cloak. I'll keep you a little longer, and you know what? You should embrace yours too, for as long as it takes.

Here’s the truth, friend: you are the best you this world will ever see. Keep becoming. Keep glowing. Keep cashing in that hope currency when times get rough. And when the time is right, you’ll see You in real time.

And so will everyone else!

If this spoke to you, share it with someone who might need the reminder that becoming who you are takes time, faith, and a sprinkle of Clark Kent-level patience.

Peace always and in all ways beautiful people, peace!

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