Today I learned something about myself that, if I’m honest, I’d rather not know.

During a conversation with my clients, we were discussing the importance of knowing ourselves. They asked me simple questions like, “What do you watch on television?” or “What do you do for fun?”

And I realized something uncomfortable…

Those questions are more difficult for me to answer than they should be.

I should be able to identify what I like and what I do not like. But the truth is—I struggle to do so.

When I began to ask myself why, I noticed something interesting. The answer has changed over time, and I suppose that brings some level of comfort.

There was a time when I would have struggled to answer because I was too focused on what others would want me to say. My answers would have been shaped by perception, not authenticity.

But now, it’s something different.

Now, it’s that I’ve never truly taken the time to enjoy being in my own skin enough to even know the answer.

The Restlessness Beneath the Surface

I often talk about the space of being irritable, restless, and discontent.

It’s that internal state of constant searching—always looking for something we believe will finally “complete” us. Something that will quiet the noise. Something that will make us feel whole.

But what I’m realizing is this:

We are weary of the wandering.

Jesus said in the Gospels, “Come to me, all who are weary, and I will give you rest.”

And I think sometimes we misunderstand what we’re actually weary from.

We aren’t just tired from life—we are tired from searching.

In a state of wandering, all we can be is weary.

But when we begin to realize how wholly and completely we are loved—when that truth sinks deeper than just a concept—the response isn’t striving… it’s relief.

A deep, full-bodied sigh of relief that can be felt in every part of us.

What Rest Has to Do With Knowing Yourself

So what does this have to do with knowing ourselves?

Everything.

Because it’s in the quiet… in the stillness… in the place of rest…
that we finally have the space to look at Him.

And in that same stillness, something else happens.

We begin to see ourselves clearly.

Not through expectation.
Not through performance.
Not through pressure.

But through presence.

For so long, I was always looking, always searching, always striving. And in all of that movement, there was no space to actually listen—to His voice, or even to the quiet parts of my own heart.

Now I’m learning something simple, but incredibly freeing:

It’s not a crime to have a favorite movie.
It’s not shallow to enjoy sitting in your favorite chair with a good book.

The problem was never enjoyment.

The problem was the constant noise of who I thought I should be.

That noise drowned out any chance of discovering who I actually am.

The Freedom to Be Known

Let this sink in:

The God of the universe likes who you are.

Not a future version of you.
Not a perfected version of you.
Not the version of you that finally “gets it right.”

You.

He intentionally created you the way you are. And within you, He placed treasures—things to be discovered, not manufactured.

He saw you as worth the cost.

He considered you worthy to be the place He calls home.

That truth alone has the power to quiet so much striving.

An Invitation to Rest

We’ve been told a lot of things about who we should be, how we should act, and what we should become.

But very few things are as freeing as the words of Jesus:

“Come to me… I will give you rest.”

So maybe today, the invitation isn’t to figure everything out.

Maybe it’s not even to “find yourself.”

Maybe it’s simply this:

Come to Him.
Sit with Him.
Rest.

And from that place…
discover that it’s actually okay to enjoy being you.

Because today, I’m starting to believe this:

His greatest joy isn’t in what I produce.
It’s in giving me rest.

And maybe—just maybe—that’s where I’ll finally begin to learn what I actually like.