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Betty Liss
Receptionist @ Microfinance Institute
Receptionist @ Microfinance Institute
BECOMING ME
<p>Sometimes, I think becoming yourself is less about finding out who you are and more about unlearning who you were told to be.</p><p><br/></p><p>For a long time, I thought I had to want certain things simply because they were the things everyone said were worth wanting. A certain kind of life. A certain kind of success. A certain version of happiness. I never really stopped to ask myself if those things were mine.</p><p><br/></p><p>Then, slowly, I started asking questions.</p><p><br/></p><p>Why do I want this? What do I actually want? Am I choosing this because it makes me happy, or because I was taught that it should?</p><p><br/></p><p>And honestly, some of the answers surprised me.</p><p><br/></p><p>I began to realize how much of my thinking had been shaped by expectations I never chose. I realize that some of my dreams were not really mine. Some of my choices came from expectations, fear, or simply wanting to make other people proud. I had spent so much time trying to become who I thought I should be that I barely stopped to ask who I actually wanted to become</p><p><br/></p><p>Unlearning that hasn't been easy. Sometimes, choosing yourself feels selfish when you've spent years trying to meet everyone else's expectations.</p><p><br/></p><p>But I'm learning that I don't have to live a life just because someone once told me it was the life I should want.</p><p><br/></p><p>I can change my mind. I can choose differently. I can build a life that feels honest to me, even if it doesn't look like the one I imagined years ago.</p><p><br/></p><p>Maybe the hardest part of becoming yourself is letting go of everything you thought you had to be.</p><p><br/></p><p>And maybe that's also where the freedom begins.</p><p><br/></p><p>~ LISS WHISPERS</p><p><br/></p><p><br/></p><p><br/></p><p><br/></p><p><br/></p>
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