June 24, 2025

Reflection #8 Identity Lost and Found

Retirement came—
not as an end,
but as a hush
before a new beginning.

The titles faded,
but not the lessons.
The role dissolved,
but not the soul.

A part of me was laid down—
yes—
but something softer rose up.

Not less,
just different.
Not empty,
but open.

I have worn many names:
child, student,
worker, mother,
leader, friend.

Each identity
like seasons of bloom.
And now—
a quieter spring.

This time,
no one assigns the role.
It’s mine
to imagine.

Who am I now?
Still becoming.
Still here.
Still whole.