LETTERS TO MY YOUNGER SELF: PART 7

Dear Boba,

At the start of this year, I tasked myself to describe who I was without using words related to my strength, my resilience, my adaptability, or my hardwork.

And what was only a few minutes, though, feeling like a lifetime. I didn’t really have the words, or maybe I couldn’t find them.

For most of my life, my idea of who I was has been rooted in all of the things I overcame, survived, and experienced. I basked in my ability to be strong and resilient, to never really question if it would be okay or if I would be okay because no matter what, no matter who, no matter how I have always figured it out and that’s great and all but…

Who am I without the constant lingering trace of who I’ve had to be, and that’s where I am asking questions that still need answering.

B.