We all have an identity, it’s how we survive in this world. And mine undeniably has productive in it.
I’ve been traveling for the past 3 weeks, hanging out with my nephew in Seattle, chilling with college friends in Hood River, and finally settling in Portland for a few weeks to try out a different lifestyle.
To be really honest, it hasn’t been a productive couple weeks for me.
It’s been a struggle to give myself permission to be unproductive.
The truth is, I define myself by what I do. And I just do different things in different modes.
The first day we went back to work while staying in Portland was a tough day for me. Unlike a lot of people, I didn’t dread going back to work. What I dreaded was the inability to go back to my routine — I didn’t have a pottery studio to go to; the yoga class I like is an hour away; the pole dancing class I wanted to do is not available on weekdays; and the climbing class conflicts with my meetings.
All a sudden, I’m stripped from everything that I do that’s related to my identity!
I was forced to be with myself, without an identity.
I believe that we all identify ourselves by what we do in our everyday life to a certain extent. It’s easy, it’s tangible and we have evidence of it. It’s much easier to tell someone that I’m an emotional healing coach, rather than my philosophy that you don’t know me by knowing what I do.
The downside: As soon as the things we do become inaccessible, we feel lost and confused.
What if… the identity of what we do actually limits how we can view and experience life?
That day of intense discomfort created a moment of realization and peace.
Here’s your flashing stop sign!