Why Your Jersey is The Most Important Part of The Game

Who are you?
Jeeze. What a freakin loaded question- right?

But, I want to know. Yes, I find immense beauty in your one-of-a-kind-ness… like, ‘whoa- God made you like THAT?! How freakin‘ cool!’ But, I also ask... cause I want you to know.

As I reflect on that question for myself... I think first about who I’ve always been.
And what I find, is that my love affair with that question— who are you?—  is just simply, who I am.

My curiosity and magnetic pull to dig deeper and reveal truth- is just how I was sewn together. The light and joy I feel listening to the words that follow that question-  is the very thing that  makes me who I am. It is my by-nature strength. It’s effortless. And now that I really think about it... it’s where I guide, in some way or another, every single conversation with my family, all my friends, and every new person that I meet…

And I will never apologize for doing so.

For digging deeper. For prying. For asking hard questions that make you think.
Because I’m asking myself the same things. And I’m ok putting you in the uncomfortable situation of looking yourself square in the eye- because I’m 100% committed to standing next to you and doing the same.

And the more I ask myself the hard questions, the more I learn.
The more I choose to sit face to face with that daunting question of “Who are you, Kayla?”,  the more empathy I have for others when I’m curious in getting to know them too.
Your hesitation is my hesitation.
Your confusion is also mine.
But more than anything, your joy and enlightenment and full heart when you come close to actually answering it... is my home too.

And boy is it nice to be home.

So I ask.
And I pry.
And I do my absolute best... to try to remind you of who you are.
Not the you your family expects you to be. Not who your friends want you to be. And especially not what you want your social media to look like…
But the you you were sewn together to be. The you that feels Light and Joy- effortlessly. The you who uses their strengths... the ones you’re clothed in by-nature.

I ask and I pry and I do my absolute best to remind you of who you are because: when it comes to this game of Life, I just don’t care what jersey you’re wearing... I only care if it fits.

And I can not bear to watch you or I or this team... drown in costumes that are too big for us. Suffocate in material that’s too tight. I can not bear to watch anyone— you, myself, our world... live life in clothes, that were never sewn for us.

So I always have to ask (and will always continue to):
If you were simply playing the game that felt like joy... light... peace... happy... possibility and love…. what jersey would you be wearing?

I have a feeling the size on the tag, would simply read your name.