Do you know yourself?  Do you think you know yourself but really you have no f*#&g clue?

I know who I am.  I am not perfect.  I make mistakes. I am flawed.  I own those mistakes and imperfections. They make me who I am.  I am vulnerable.

I know who I am.  I am confident but I know my limitations.  I am far more confident than some might give me credit for; but they don’t know the real me.  They don’t know how much I sacrificed and for how long to be the person I am today.

I know who I am.  I am not confrontational; I avoid it like the plague.  I will hold disappointment inside for years because it’s just easier to deal with than openly revealing a lie.

I know who I am.

I shed my ego a long, long time ago.

And I’ve been free ever since.