I try my best to not show fear on my face, just smile knowingly at the group conversation. This stranger might laugh at me when this event is over. I’ve got to be nice and make a good impression.
How connected are you to your sense of self? Is it a constant companian or an elusive identity?
If you didn’t see and understand your reputation, how would your sense of self be impacted?
What tools are in your toolbelt for times of losing your sense of self?
This poem is about being interested in someone’s determination.
I want to talk about raising awareness. Or maybe Self-Identity. The audio for this blog post can be found at … More