I’m aware, as I write these posts, not only of who I am but also of who I’d like to be. In years past, I have actually squished who I am into the bottle labeled who I’d like to be, or who I thought I should be–with parts of me poking out any available air holes. Another reason for my current state of confusion.
Who I am can encompass who I’d like to be, just as it can encompass who I’ve been, but who I’d like to be is not who I am at this moment.
Who I am is who I am–wishing and hoping aside.