08/27/2026
Someone asked me recently, “Are you a writer?”
I have fallen behind in my articles, I haven’t been writing my daily pages and I definitely haven’t been working on the book… So for a couple weeks I haven’t been writing anything ….so for a second — I hesitated. Doubting if I could call myself a writer.
But faltering a little doesn’t mean that part of my identity is no longer within me.
A writer who isn’t writing everydayis still a writer.
A writer who hasn’t yet published a book, is still a writer.
A dancer who isn’t performing everyday is still a dancer. A mother in a hard season is still a mother.
A sprinter who is injured and cannot perform is still a sprinter.
You get it.
We tie identity to output and performance so much that if you aren’t doing the ‘thing’ it is easy to believe that you no longer embody that skill, trait, characteristic or passion.
It’s easy to believe that we need to keep up , more output done at increasingly faster rates when getting things done quickly is celebrated,
But some of the deepest most valuable times in life are the quiet ones — the ones where the thing is still forming, still becoming, still yours.
Where else in your life are you doing this?
Where have you quietly stopped calling yourself something, just because you’re not currently proving it? 🤍
All I can say is don’t give up on you, don’t give up on the deep knowing that all the versions of you that exist in your mind can be brought to this world.
Go Write.
Go Dance.
Go Run.
Go Learn.
Go Lift.
Go Explore.
Go Ahead And Be It All! 🤍🫶🏼🤸🏼♀️
You Are Everything You Have Ever Wanted To Be!!
Brandi 🌺