Under the Hats

I've been working on vision planning for my professional interests today. After Identifying who I am when wearing each of the many hats I wear, I took some time defining who I am at my core. If you've only seen me with a hat on, this is the real deal:

I wear many hats, social labels like “wife”, “homeschool mother”, “daughter”, “business woman”, “author”, and “artist”.

However, independently I am just a vulnerable, authentic and fierce woman with intense vision and a subtle impact. What you see is what you get.

I’ll die trying to please you, but I won’t fundamentally change who I am for anyone. I care. I want to please, but I resent people who ask me to compromise my integrity or lower my standard.

I’m content to be in the background, building others up, but the spotlight is sometimes fun too. Who doesn’t like a little sparkle after all?

I crave recognition, but don't expect it. Ultimately, I'm satisfied with an occasional nod from the Father that I'm on the right track.

I'm opinionated and I often get loud when something matters to me. I might even yell when something really matters to me, but I'm completely unaware my voice has raised. It's embarrassing and I'm working on it. Please don't be offended. I just care A Lot.

I’m an unashamed dreamer, an occasional procrastinator and a child of the King of Kings. I exhibit spiritual gifts in teaching and prophesy (where all that passion comes from) and I strive to use these gifts in the places and purposes that God desires.

At my core, I’m an introvert hungry for friendships that will strengthen my essence, not darken it. I’m bold. I’m raw.

I’m shaking in my boots sometimes, but I am loyal to the tasks God gives me and I’m proud of that quality of perseverance.

I admit that I'm emotionally high maintenance, but I'm worth the investment. I don't need much in the way of possessions. I'm storing up treasure in Heaven.

My love language is time and physical touch. A moment with a friend or a gentle hug are gold.

​This is who I am, who I'll always be, under the hats.

​Who are you?