A manifesto of what I am not

I am not defined by what I do.

I am not defined by the job that I have, the hours I work, the contacts I build.

I am not defined by my achievements, my success, my ability to overcome.

I am not defined by the words I write, whether they are silky smooth or nuanced in their brutal truth.

I am not defined by how many people read this blog, retweet my links, or share them on facebook.

I am not defined by my facebook friends, twitter followers, likes on Instagram or repins on Pinterest.

I am not defined by my iPhone, or the 8 different ways of communicating it brings.

I am not defined by the lack of little red numbers in the corner of icons reminding me that no one has wanted to contact me in the last hour.

I am not defined by being permanently switched on.

I am not defined by my determination to make it on my own, the fallacy of individualistic sufficiency.

I am not defined by my unshakeable lack of emotions or how I throw off whatever challenges may try to push me off the ledge.

I am not defined by the pain that gnaws away inside. The things that other people do not see.

I am not defined by the people I have hurt, those I have rejected or ignored, those I have treated with disdain, those I consider as friends but refuse to live my life with.

I am not defined by the friends I do not have, those I think would make me happier and more wanted.

I am not defined by the crowd and the desire to belong.

I am not defined by my isolation, the instinct to run and hide and flee from the world.

I am not defined by filling my diary three weeks in advance. Nor the empty evenings I pretend are for relaxation.

I am not defined by busyness or lack of sleep.

I am not defined by my singleness. Nor those around me falling in love.

I am not defined by my past.

I am not defined by the wrongs that I have done. The envy and the jealousy, the lust and the greed. And all that I have done in pursuit of these maleficent ends.

I am not defined by the fear that everything might all go wrong.

I am not defined by the fear that people might think me a hopeless failure, an unmitigated disaster, a waster or a scoundrel.

I am not defined by those I please nor those I disappoint.

I am not defined by other people.

I am not defined by myself

I am not, because He is I am.

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One thought on “A manifesto of what I am not

  1. This is a really great post. I love how it’s truthful. It’s a great reminder that despite the things and people around us telling us who we are, or who we should be, we are more. Because we’re loved by God and that is our identity.

    “I am not defined by myself

    I am not, because He is I am.”

    Thanks for this reminder!

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