We have all had moments of defining ourselves by our stories. For many of us, this is the only way we know how to explain who we are, through our stories. We tell them repeatedly. Churning them in our minds, over and over again. Explaining them and valuating them to expound on why we do and think what we do. Clarifying to others in order for them to see why our story is a commodity. Stories that illuminate why we are strong, resilient, persistent, purposed, important and valued. All these traits birthed and utilized to define who and what we are. I am not saying we should not do these things. We should take account. Mostly for ourselves to help remind us that nothing has truly defined us, destroyed us or prevented us from self-actualizing.
However, I find that too often, we become victims to the stories. We self-define ourselves in line with our strengths, our culture, our ethnicity, our religion, our weaknesses and other traits the stories unveil. I find that many of us never go beyond those defining moments and memories. We hold on to them and stake them with flags of self-discovery. Finding refuge, celebration and relief of the claim, that today, I know who I am. The flag stuck soundly in the story as if land conquered and made claim to. From that moment on, we sit on the land I call moment and tell the story of how we got there, what happened there and why we are still there. We become synonymous with the story. We see no separation between our existence and definable moments.
I question today why revelations are turned into definitions of self? Are we really defined by the land of experience we lay claim to? Are we defined by the revelation the stories reveal? No, we are not defined by anything. We are informed of all things. I am no more defined by being a woman or being of African descent than I am the land my home resides upon, the car I drive, the losses I experience or the degrees that hang on my wall. These things inform who I am and who I attempt to become. They inform my walk, possible encounters and impediments,
uniqueness’s, gifts, talents and influence. None of it defines. I am undefinable. I am above definition.
We are beyond definition. Every time we define ourselves, we limit who we are and our possibilities to become. When we allow things to inform us of who we are and what we will do or encounter, it allows us freedom to question and navigate around and through various life happenings. Why? Because without definition, there is no tethering to any one moment. Informing allows us to be made aware. It directs and the breeze of empowerment from what we become aware of, moves us further down the path of life.
To allow definition means to allow self to be stuck. Stuck speaking and living through those defining moments, identities and ideologies of what was. When defined by those things outside of us, we lose our power to be, to change, to awaken, to separate and recreate as the creator that we are.
Today I inform you that you are beyond definition. I ask you to destroy the dictionary life experiences and encounters have solidified in your hand that tether you to yesterday. A land that has withered and deteriorated with time, no longer benefiting you. Realize you are an encyclopedia, informed by each day, each year, each decade, and forever evolving. Always becoming renewed and expanded upon. The knowledge that comes from the informing permits you to be transformed by the renewing of your mind. Authorizing you to make a more informed and better choice today and masterfully form tomorrow. We are not defined by anything. We are informed by everything.