Take a moment and come with me on a mental journey. Suppose when you were one year old, your parents moved from where you were raised to another part of the country, or to another country altogether. And you were raised there and lived there until your were thirty years old.
Would you be the same person you are now? How could you be? What you learned from friends, and in school, would be very different from what you in fact did learn growing up.
Clearly, our experiences shape us, and shape the way we think about who we are. We know that is true, and thus to say, “that’s just the way I am” has no meaning beyond an attempt to avoid self reflection.
But what happens to the "me" I have built over the years if I accept the idea that I am fundamentally a process. Well, the “me” is the process, which you can now observe, and make decisions about. When is this “me” process working well, and when does it need to make some role adjustments, and what adjustments is that “me” capable of making?
It may be easier to understand all of this if I use my own experience as an illustration.
(That new blog will appear in a couple of days)