Teaching runs in my family. Like, right in my veins. It’s like breathing to me. Open mouth. Cite sources and advise. Not a bad thing. I like it well enough.
Don’t get me wrong. I give valid most often well-received advice. (I’m full of it… lifetime of turning shit into sugar affords gobs of material for sharing.)
But my daughter said to me the other day: “Mom, could you share a post (on Instagram) and NOT teach it? Like, just share your life.”
Yes, sure. Of course. Not a problem.
Eleven takes later…
And clearly me just sharing without teaching is actually a problem.
I’ve discovered that “teaching” is my knee-jerk. Like, I can’t not. There I go again – open mouth, cite sources and advise.
I’m not going to lie. I cried. Big, fat, sloppy tears. I struggled to create a post where all I did
was share a moment without having to “teach” it. I walked into my daughter’s bedroom: “You don’t understand! (sob, wheeze, gag) I am a teacher. That’s who I am!”
That’s when I got it. The Truth.
You are not a teacher, girl. You teach. There’s a difference.
I am not a teacher. I teach. Hmmmmmm…. Don’t ya just hate it when you’re True Identity screams, “hey, let me out already!”
So, today I am realizing that I teach but that underneath that hat, I AM. And this is the “real me.” There’s nothing wrong with teaching. I dig it. I’m super duper good at it. Seems to be a need for it.
But today, I want to acknowledge that teaching is what I do. Not who I am. This will take time to become my go-to since my being’s default button has been “glean wisdom and pour that out all over the place.” Always the pressure to glean, process, teach… being now replaced for a deeper Wisdom: I AM. Period.
Yup. I AM. Good. Enough. Period.
How about you? Like me, have you ever realized who you are is not what you do? Toss me a line… I’d love to have a convo. This is radical stuff! This is the kind of info I poured into the Self-Love Journeys that I created. Yes, I’m teaching in them. Pouring out all that gooey wisdom. But because it’s what I do… not Who I AM.
Tear off your mask. Your face is glorious. – Rumi
Energiegal here…. Love works. LIFT the vibe of our world.