Where is my identity?

Do I look at myself on the outside? What I have accomplished; how I look in the mirror; the time I got out of bed this morning? If so, is it with a ruler, judging, measuring?

The truth of who I am is unique, special, me. All of my experiences are just that. Every moment of life creates the next, and the unique and beautiful me. Each of us is all of this.

When I remember to remember, I am overwhelmed with gratitude for every moment of being me: the unique essence of this being whom I have the privilege to call me.

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