For years, I’ve been trying to answer one exhausting question:

Who am I supposed to be? What title defines me?

Every time I tried to solve this from my mind, I got lost. My head would spin around labels, roles, boxes… and none of them felt like home. The truth is: identity doesn’t come from the mind. It comes from the inside. From the body. From the being. From the place that can’t lie.

What an Insight Really Is

When I say insight, I don’t mean something intellectual. I mean the kind of realization that drops into your whole body — a clean, quiet “oh” that changes something instantly. It’s personal guidance. Your own truth rising. This year, I understood something so simple and so liberating:

I’ve been losing my power every time I tried to mentally defined myself. Without seeing it, I would play in my head the patterns or title I wasn’t. 

Not a psychologist.

Not ‘just a yoga teacher (I wanted to be more).

Not a coach (didn’t like the reputation).

Not this. Not that. But behind, it was also… Not enough.

My mind was desperately trying to fix an identity problem that could never be solved at that level. The real answer had to come from somewhere deeper.

Realigning with What I Am

In my Compassionate Inquiry training with Dr. Gabor Maté, I’ve been peeling off old layers, coming closer and closer to what is true inside me. And you know what? I don’t fit into boxes anymore. I don’t want to. I don’t need to.

I teach, I guide, I touch, I listen. I work with breath, intuition, somatics, and presence. I create spaces where people come back home to themselves.

So what is that called?Honestly—who cares.

The Ego Loves Titles. The Soul Doesn’t.

My Ego hated this. It wanted a title, something respectable and clear. Something people could understand instantly. But the more I pushed, the more confused I became. And confusion is always a sign:

Drop into the body. Get quiet.

So I asked different questions: What are you afraid of? Why do you need this title so badly? What would it change?

And in that softness, something opened. I remembered the basic:

It’s not about what I am NOT —

it’s about what I AM. It’s a simple change in focus.

The Moment I Touched My Personal Power

I have always been intuitive. But intuition without trust collapses under fear. The day I finally committed — truly committed — to TRUST, everything shifted. I began receiving signs, answers, clarity… simply because I stopped interrupting the channel. And then I asked the big question:

“Who am I? What is my identity?”

The answer wasn’t a title. It was a felt sense in every cell of my body: I know who I am. I’ve always known. And I’ve been minimizing it for years.

I suddenly recognized all the power I had been too shy, too humble, too scared, too conditioned to own. It wasn’t new — it had always been there. And for the first time in 40 years, I felt genuinely proud of myself.

Celebrating My Path (Finally)

I realized how many beautiful, wild, courageous things I had lived without celebrating them:

• I became a professional kitesurfer — my dream.

• I opened a kitesurf school in the Caribbean with my partner.

• I co-created a hotel in nature built on presence, beauty and simplicity.

• I became a mother and gave everything I had, even when I didn’t know what I was doing.

• I kept standing up, again and again, in the easy moments and the hard ones.

And through all of it, I kept growing, learning, deepening, loving.

Who I am is not a title. Who I am is the way I live my life. So What Do I Call Myself Now?

People who work with me know. They feel it. I guide people the same way I guide myself: back to their truth, their body, their intuition, their connection with something bigger.

Do I need a title for that? I don’t think so. I need personal alignement, presence, being available, and grounded.

And today, once more, I touched my personal power. With a simple shift in perspective.

And it feels really, really good.

If you wish to reconnect with your own power — in a gentle, grounded, embodied way — reach out. Nothing is too big or too small.

With love,   1:1 online   

Marilou