Who am I?

Three seasons in three days.  Summer on Saturday.  Fall on Sunday.  And Winter on Monday.  Nature is never at rest.  This ever-changing flow of life.  This stillness in motion.  This seasonal shift.  Coinciding with the seasonal metamorphosis also happening inside of me.  What happens next?  Over five and a half decades on this earth and I still don’t know what I’m supposed to be when I grow up.  Who am I?  What am I?  Questions that I was invited to answer in my personal journal during the first weekend of the 200 hour Yoga Teacher Training course that I am currently enrolled in at @puravidadieppe.  So very basic.  Elementary really.  But I’m still not sure how to even begin formulating an answer.  Where do I start?  All that comes to mind are concepts that are not me.  I am not my name.  I am not my work.  I am not my age.  I am not my body.  I am not my likes.  I am not my dislikes.  I am not my thoughts.  I am not my feelings.  I am not my failures, losses or mistakes.  I am not my victories, triumphs or accomplishments.  I am not my roles.  I am not my titles or accolades.  I am not my accumulated belongings.  I am not my bank account balance.   I am not the stories that you tell yourself about me.  I am not the stories that I tell myself about me.  I am not my ego.  All just temporary illusions.  Forever fleeting.  Maybe the real me lives under all these things?  Maybe who I am is what’s left after they have all been stripped away?  Life itself.  The entire universe.  One with existence.  Pure consciousness.  Creation expressing itself as itself.  Boundless peace and love.  The here and now.  This present moment.  Maybe that’s who you are too?