I yam what I yam . . .
I am a perfectionist. I am afraid of big dogs.
. . . and that’s all what I yam.
I am inclined to beak off. I am impatient.
I am 41 years old
is a very different statement than
I am a vegan.
The “am” that we think of as permanent identity
might actually be a choice, repeated again and again.
– Seth Godin, The imprecision of “am”
What? Who does Seth think that he am? I am literal-minded. I am judgmental. These are not choices I repeatedly make.
Or are they?
One of the two clearest findings of one hundred years of therapy is that satisfactory answers to the great “why” questions [Ed’s note: Why we are the way we are.] are not easily found; maybe in fifty years things will be different; maybe never. . . . The other clearest finding of the whole therapeutic endeavour, however, is that change is within our grasp, almost routine, throughout adult life [Ed’s note: emphasis added]. So even if why we are what we are is a mystery, how to change ourselves is not. . . .
Mind the pattern. A pattern of mistakes is a call to change your life. The rest of the tapestry is not determined by what has been woven before. The weaver herself, blessed with knowledge and freedom, can change ““ if not the material she must work with ““ the design of what comes next.
– Seligman, Learned Optimism
Well, I am dagnabbed. I don’t suppose that I’ll ever be good at spatial stuff: Some things really aren’t choices but, rather, the material I have to work with. But some things are choices, and maybe more than I think.
The past is not all what I yam: I am also the rest of the tapestry that I choose to weave.