Who Am I?

I am…[PAUSE]

I always struggle with articulating who I am and my story. However, I am intentionally and continuously working on this.

I was recently introduced to the poem “I Am” by John Clare in 1844 (or 1845). I thought it was a fantastic tool (?) to use for my first blog entry to help me articulate who I am to you reading this so you can know me better as the person behind the many words to come and the beautiful mess behind Spillage.

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My name is Mairo.

I am someone who sees things you don’t.

I wonder how far I would go if self-doubt did not show up often unannounced.

I hear my inner critic arguing with my confidence.

I see beauty in the world around me.

I want to live freely in my skin.

I am someone who sees things you don’t.

I pretend to know things.

I feel grateful for the gift of life and the people around me.

I touch lives, I think. At least, I aspire to in some way.

I worry about how long I have to do twice the work to be just as good because of the colour of my skin.

I cry because I keep fighting even though I don’t want to.

I am someone who sees things you don’t.

I understand life is never black and white.

I believe rest is important.

I dream of peace and of quietness.

I try to be in the moment.

I hope to stop and smell the roses often.

I am someone who sees things you don’t.

If you are reading this and share a similar struggle in articulating who you are, I invite you to take a few moments to self-reflect using the bolded words as prompts.

Who are you?

I will find it deeply uplifting to hear from you, so feel free to drop me a line.

Let the words spill,

Mairo