Think back to a time someone called out something deeper in you—not based on what you did, but who you were.

How did that moment shape my understanding of identity, even if I didn’t recognize it at the time?

The truest names aren’t invented. They’re revealed. What name has been revealed to me? If no one has ever spoken a name over me, I can still discover one.

What names or labels have shaped my internal story that I never consciously accepted?

How have those labels influenced the way I’ve approached success, relationships, or leadership?

Can I remember a moment when I lost a role, relationship, or title—and felt like I lost myself too?

What false identity might have been wrapped around that moment of grief?

What label have I performed my way into?

Remember: I am not what they called me.

When in my life have I carried peace—not because things were easy, but because something in me was aligned?

What did that peace teach me about who I am becoming?

Where have I experienced peace in the middle of pressure?

Could that moment have been a signal—not of my strength, but of my identity?

You don’t have to fight for a name
that already belongs to you.

The limp you carry is not your disqualification
—it’s your evidence.

The calm you feel under pressure is not weakness
—it’s a signal: 

You are finally walking in who you were meant to be.