Someone asked me to finish this sentence… I am ___. And for the first time in a long time — I didn’t know how to answer. I was at Bible study yesterday, and the teacher asked us to answer one simple question: Who are you? Not what you do. Not who you’re responsible for. Just… I am ___. I realized something surprised me. I know my values. I know my boundaries. I know what I want. But when it came to answering who I am  — without roles, labels, or expectations — I froze. And th

This year, I’m not trying to add more habits. I’m not chasing another routine, another checklist, another version of productivity. I’m changing my identity . Because every time I’ve truly changed my life, it wasn’t because I did more —it’s because I decided who I was going to be . And lately… I realized I lost her. Who is her ? She’s the version of me who feels grounded in herself. She moves with intention, not urgency. She makes decisions from clarity, not fear. Her values a