Woman

[Exercise: What bold restless extremes do you carry inside?]

I AM a woman.
I AM a psychologist.
I AM a healer.
I AM an artist.
I AM a writer.
Every day, I spend hours engaged in my work as a marketing manager for a large, publicly traded company. At the end of my workday, I walk. I exercise. I spend time with my husband. Sometimes I write. Sometimes I read. Other times I watch movies or TV programs or sports.

I AM a woman.
I AM a psychologist.
I AM a healer.
I AM an artist.
I AM a writer.
Sometimes I come home energized. I feel satisfied from doing good work; from interacting with the best minds in business; from completing tasks and working toward a common goal. Sometimes I come home feeling exhausted; conflicted; things didn’t go my way; people were a pain—slow to hold up their end of the work.

I AM a woman.
I AM a psychologist.
I AM a healer.
I AM an artist.
I AM a writer.
My desire is to help people; to do work that satisfies my inner desire for Goodness, Truth, Wisdom. I want to connect with people from the heart. I want to help them to heal, to grow spiritually, to know that they are loved. I keep hoping the company I work for will post a “Director of Spiritual Growth” position so I can do the work I truly love.