You are not your job title.

You are not your job title.
Your job title isn’t you.

It’s borrowed clothes.
A temporary story.
Take it off. Stand bare.

Now what's left?

Your accomplishments.

Similar.
They’re noise.
Other’s applause.

And social identities.
Affiliations, memberships, roles.
Useful reminders, but still noise.

When the story stops.
When all that noise fades.
Something remarkable happens.

That's why, this week, I've rebooted my meditation practice.

To find again that quiet place that’s my truth.
To know what remains when everything else falls away.
To see my raw essence, the core beneath my roles and masks.

Meditation quietly strips away the labels.

I observe clearly.
I silently witness.
I patiently watch.

The chaos.
The wonder unfolding.
The everyday beauty of life.

Meditation isn’t mystical or complicated.
Just having the courage to pause and breathe.
To remember who I am without the noise and stories.

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