I Met Me — And I Realized My Ego Is Not Me

For years, I thought I *was* my ego.

 The quick reactions. 

The sharp comebacks. 

The quiet comparisons I made in my head.

 The hunger to be seen, validated, admired.

 It felt like “me.”

But one day, I met myself.

Not the loud voice in my head.

Not the person who was always watching and judging.

Not the version of me that was shaped by what I’d seen in others — my older sister’s confidence, her style, her way of handling people.

I met the *real* me — the still, knowing, gentle one beneath all that noise.

And in that moment, I knew: I can’t accept the ego as me. I won’t.

The ego isn’t the enemy — it’s the mask.

It’s the armor you picked up watching, learning, and surviving.

It’s a character you once needed, but not the essence you were born with.

Here’s the thing: you don’t have to destroy your ego to live in truth.

You just have to own it. Recognize it.

Instead of letting it drive your life like an autopilot, you get in the driver’s seat.

Your ego can be bold when you need courage.

It can be sharp when you need to draw boundaries.

It can stand tall when life tries to shrink you.

But it should never overshadow *you*.

When you meet yourself — the part of you untouched by applause or

 criticism — that’s where Mastery begins.

Not in killing the ego.

 Not in pretending it’s gone.

But in choosing, moment by moment, to lead it instead of letting it lead you.



Mastery Message: You are not your ego — but you can train it to serve you, not sabotage you.

 This is the work of growth: to meet yourself, and then live from that truth.




To your Mastery,
Joelee.






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