25 January 2016

I am. Two words that in essence are unambiguous. They are a declaration of strength, of faith and self-worth. We don’t often see them like this, on their own. Most of the time we like to add something to them. A name, a profession or a trait. Something that adds meaning to who the “I” is. Sometimes you yourself have chosen the word that follows, sometimes that word is determined by someone else. Either way, are the words real? Or are they an illusion?

It starts at our birth, or even before that, when our parents are anxious to know who we are. It’s the first word that is added to us; you’re a boy or you’re a girl. Very soon it is followed by your first name and subsequently your family name; how are you going to be called from now on and to which family do you belong.

The religion you grow up with, your education level, your environment, the country you live in, which continent you grow up. These are all things that automatically become part of your world and who you are going to be.

People will try to label you with their words. Whether they come from situations they experienced with you or not. Words formed by their perception of the world and their own beliefs.

And then there are the words you collect throughout your life. Formed by what you’ve been through and you’ve convinced yourself that this is what you are. And this is what it is.

Piece by piece you’ve gathered these words and they now make up your world. They make up your reality. And you believe that this is who you should be, clearly marked by boundaries.

Who I am

I’ve been called many things in my life. I am a woman. I am Linda. I am raised in the eastern part of this country. I am a resident of a geographically very small part of this huge globe. I am raised with the saying ‘just be normal, that’s crazy enough’.

Others loved to label me with words like; direct, headstrong, intense and introvert.

Throughout my life I learned that there are other expressions like; honest, independent, intuitive and sensitive.

For a long time I’ve looked at this collection of words as my world, my reality. And within the limitations of these words I ventured out to find my possibilities.

But is this my reality? I keep wondering if it is. Is this what it is?

I find that my world is much bigger than the words I’ve given myself or with which others have labelled me. That there are more words and that the boundaries I say to be a reality, are an illusion. The world is so much bigger and this, is only the beginning.

I noticed this when I met him and he asked me who I was. I repeated the words that I’d known as my reality for so long. He said: “Why do you call yourself that way? You’re a writer, you are a storyteller.” He called me by my true name, and it made all the difference.


Copyright picture: Katherine Center ~ The Body Project


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Sensitief zijn en je emoties voelen is sterk en positief. Maar in onze samenleving vinden wij vaak het tegenovergestelde. Al lange tijd slaan we de plank volledig mis. We komen er steeds meer achter dat niet voelen en niet over je gevoelens praten juist voor problemen als stress, depressies en ongezonde keuzes zorgt. En dat sensitief zijn een sterke eigenschap is waar we veel meer mee kunnen. Door mijn verhalen te delen wil ik je laten zien dat sensitief zijn en je lastige emoties aangaan zoveel sterker is dan niet voelen en dat we als sensitief mens (wat we allemaal zijn) gewoon mogen Zijn.

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Being sensitive and feeling your emotions is powerful and positive. But for centuries we’re thinking quite the opposite. We’ve been wrong all this time. We are starting to understand that not feeling and avoiding to talk about our feelings is what is causing our problems (stress, depression, unhealthy choices). We now also know that being sensitive is more than emotions and that it’s a quality that can help us in many more ways. By sharing my own stories I’d love to show you that being sensitive and feeling your difficult emotions is much stronger than not feeling at all and that as a sensitive being (which we all are) we can just Be.
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