There’s a tree in my neighborhood I pass nearly every day on my afternoon dog walk. It grows a few feet from the curb, and it’s beautiful – tall and stately, lush and vibrant with dark green leaves, even at this time of year, and a smattering of tiny orange berries dotting the greenery.
I’ve passed this tree hundreds of times in the last several years, but it wasn’t until recently that I saw something I’d never noticed before. The leaves and berries I’d long admired weren’t actually part of the tree itself. Rather, they were part of a large and intrusive vine which, over time, had snaked its way up the trunk and out along the tree’s limbs and branches.
What at first glance looked to be a beautiful and healthy tree was, in fact, an illusion. Not only was the vine obscuring the real tree that lay underneath, it was also, apparently, slowly draining the real tree of life.
I stood in the street and stared up at the pine and the vine for a long time that day as Josie impatiently tugged at the leash. I noted the tree’s brown, brittle needles beneath the vine’s green leaves. I saw the way the vine’s heavy root had embedded itself into the tree’s bark — so much so that I could hardly discern one from the other.
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“Are you prepared to be other than your image of your false self?” Richard Rohr asks. “If not, you will live in bondage to your false self.”
Turns out, the pine and the vine hit awfully close to home. The hard, uncomfortable truth is that my identity is entwined with my vocation and profession as a published author.
There is a certain prestige that goes hand-in-hand with my job. And if I am brutally honest with myself, and with you, I can admit that I like this prestige. I like the approval, admiration, recognition and respect being an author automatically earns me.
And yet, I also know that what I do is not who I am. This identity of “author” is not my true identity. Being a “published author” is not my true self. It’s not the me God created when he wrote my name on the palms of his hands. Rather, as Rohr says, being a “published author” is part of my image of my false self.
“Basing identity on an illusion has profound consequences,” observes David Benning in his book The Gift of Being Yourself. “Sensing its fundamental unreality, the false self wraps itself in experience – experiences of power, pleasure and honor. Thomas Merton describes this as ‘winding experiences around myself…in order to make myself perceptible to myself and to the world, as if I were an invisible body that could only become visible when something visible covered its surface.”
There is nothing inherently wrong with being an author. It’s as good a vocation as any, and believe me when I say I am grateful for the opportunities writing and publishing books has afforded me. There have been many beautiful, life-giving parts of this journey — not the least of which is how writing has helped me grow in my faith — and I appreciate every single one.
But I also know that if I am honest with myself, being an author is also sometimes detrimental to my emotional and spiritual wholeness. I put a lot of stake – too much stake – in achievement, recognition and success. Over time, who I am has become wrapped up not only in what I do but also in how well I do it.
I have wrapped not only the experience, as Merton would say, but also the identity of “author” around myself, like a vine wrapped around the trunk of a tree. And at times, rather than sustaining me and giving me life, my vocation has held me in bondage, ensnaring me with its tendrils of “bigger,” “better” and “more.”
As David Benning acknowledges, “Anything that is grasped is afforded value beyond actual worth, value that is ultimately stolen from God.”
Have you ever seen the way a vine grasps, unfurling to latch onto and wrap itself around whatever it can? The strength of its clutch, even in something as small and tender as a zucchini vine, is astonishing.
I grasp at achievement, recognition and success, particularly achievement, recognition and success as a published author. And that is something I need to reckon with. Benning defines calling as “a way of being that is both best for us and best for the world.” The question I’m asking myself these days is whether my vocation as an author is really best for me.
I’m not making any radical decisions just yet. Right now it seems I am in a season of discernment. And the truth is, writing True You was the genesis of this journey toward uncovering my true self, a journey that in some ways has only unearthed more questions than answers. This question, in particular, begs to be asked: would I even be asking these questions about vocation and identity had I not written this book?
On the other hand, every time I walk by that pine tree in my neighborhood, the one wound round and round with the ever-expanding vine, I can’t help but notice something that seems important, which is this: while the vine is clearly flourishing, spreading its tendrils, reaching higher and higher, clutching and grasping, the tree beneath it is slowly dying, being overcome by the invasive vine a little more each day.
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If this post resonated with you, you might be interested in my forthcoming book, True You: Letting Go of Your False Self to Uncover the Person God Created, releasing January 1. In it, I dig more deeply into the themes of vocation and identity.
If you pre-order before January 1, I also have some lovely free gifts that nicely complement the book:
– a companion journal
– a guided audio meditation
– and a series of beautifully designed Scripture cards.
You can find out about where to pre-order True You and how to receive the free gifts over HERE.
Great insights, Michelle. You are a person loved by God who just happens to write! I’m right there w/ you, b/c people will ask, “Who are you (or what do you do)?” I’ll say, “I am an author.” I just realized that the I am is a very faint and most imperfect reflection of the Great I AM, because I”m made in His image. But who am I? I am . . . . who? I write, yes, but it’s not who I am. 🙂 If this sounds convoluted, it’s because I’m noodling around impromptu w/ it, based on your post. Prior to becoming an author I would say, “I am the executive director of the world’s largest airport USO,” as if the fact that it did happen to be the largest was some sort of claim to worth. God took all that away and had me come home to raise Sheridan. Yes, I am her mother, and was at that time, too, but it’s not who I am. It’s not semantics- parsing, but requires deep thought. I am surely a child of God to whom He has given various skills and roles (to be used and lived out for His glory), and I believe He has given me an authentic purpose; but even were I not Sheridan’s mother or an author or a director or a singer, I would still have the same purpose. I’m not saying it well, but hopefully you get the gist. Your post is deep and thought-provoking. Can’t wait t read TY!
xoxo
Lynn
Oh, wow, Michelle, this post most certainly hit home for me. We do so love to label ourselves, don’t we? And then, we make the mistake of living large in that title, neglecting the real self underneath the facade. That being said, I am SO looking forward to reading your new book! Time to find my “true you.”
Blessings!
Oh the masks we wear! Michelle, you have given us much food for thought. I am anxious to dig into your book for even more insightful thoughts.
Michelle, such beautiful, thought-provoking words, ones which I definitely resonate with. I’m looking forward to reading through your book and discerning the answers to that very same question…”Who am I?”
Roles, even professions, may change in life and leave us wondering who we really are… I look forward to reading my pre-ordered copy of your book, Michelle!
This is so interesting! I feel like you write from a sojourner viewpoint – a teacher on a journey, taking us along with you. I don’t know how you view your own writing “voice,” but I would sssume focusing on the writer part of your identity would eventually cause you to lose your voice? Because you’d morphed into writing to write vs writing to teach/question/reflect? By the way, I have grown to LOATHE the “what do you do” question over the years. It was easy to answer back when I was you and a band teacher. But now, 17 years later…17 years filled with bookkeeping for her husband’s clinic and their other businesses, volunteering to organize large women’s events at church, volunteering in various worship & women’s ministry leadership capacities, launching books on the side, and dreaming of writing her own stuff someday…what do you call that kind of person? (Besides crazy LOL). Sometimes it’s just easier to answer “bookkeeper” and move on. Especially for people who I can tell just want an easy answer to their question, something they can understand and wrap their brain around. ♀️
I too am on this questioning journey of calling, vocation, and ultimately identity. Your words resonate, and give me such hope because I am not alone in this quest. Thanks for your honesty and vulnerability!