"Who am I, really?" It's a question that’s both simple and complicated, and today, I'm journaling my way through it. In this quick reflection, I scribble down thoughts on identity, purpose, and the roles we play in life – father, student, coffee lover – and wonder if there's more to us than the labels we wear. As I write, I ask: Who is this "I" that I keep referring to? Is it just the part of me that has a cold right now, or something deeper? And if you ask yourself the same question, what comes to mind? I figured I'd bring you along on this weekend journaling session as I explore these questions, unfiltered and a bit scattered, because sometimes the simplest writing sessions spark the biggest questions. So, who are you, really? It's nice that you're here by the way, I hope you're doing okay. Good even.