How Did I Land?

Phase: 2 Clarity

MindFullOfIt and I swap prompts every Friday. At this point, it feels less like a creative exercise and more like a weekly agreement to emotionally inconvenience each other. This week was my turn.Instead of keeping it between us, I decided to bring in another voice.

Allison Ink writes:

“you are a different person to everyone you meet, but who are you to yourself?”

I read it and immediately thought, yeah… this has layers.

I didn’t realize I was about to get stuck in them. Because the first part alone is enough to spiral over. Every single person I come in contact with walks away with a different version of me, and I don’t get to see most of them. I don’t get a report back. I don’t get a highlight reel.

I get silence.

And silence, for someone like me, turns into a full-blown internal documentary.

I start filling in the blanks.

Replaying conversations.

Tweaking my tone after the fact like it’s going to change anything.

Meanwhile, the other person probably forgot the interaction before they even got to their car. And I’m still sitting there like… yeah, but how did I land?

So when it comes to the second part, who am I to myself?, it’s almost like my brain short-circuits. Because I spend so much time trying to understand how I exist out there that I forget to check how I exist in here.

And in here?

I’m overstimulated.

I’m the one who overthinks everything and the one who knows I’m overthinking and keeps going anyway.

I’m the pressure and the release.

I’m the person who wants to have patience and the same person who checks the clock five minutes into growth like, alright, where are the results?

I start things fast. I want them to become something faster. And when they don’t, I question myself before I question the timeline.

That’s been my pattern.

And yet… I’m still here.

Still writing.
Still showing up.
Still answering prompts that clearly have it out for me.

So maybe who I am to myself isn’t one clean answer. Maybe I’m someone who is learning herself in real time. Someone who fumbles, circles back, gets frustrated, and keeps going anyway.

Someone who hasn’t mastered patience, but has mastered staying.

And right now, that feels like the most honest answer I’ve got.

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you are a different person to everyone you meet, but who are you to yourself?

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Everyone Knows a Different Me

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