About Inside Out:
How deep does the identity rabbit hole go? What am I at the source? What wounds, experiences, defining moments have lead me to believe who I am today? Why do I fight so hard to have an opinion? Why do I spend so much energy on crafting my image? Why do I believe I actually have a say in how others view me? It's all rather befuddling and reminds me to once again consider this beautiful quote from the Old Testament: "Be still, and know that I am God."