How Do I Find Myself Again? (You Don't, You Remember)

You have been searching for yourself for a long time.

You've read the books. Done the journaling. Had the conversations. Taken the courses. And still, you stand in the middle of your own life feeling like a stranger in it. And somewhere in all that searching, a quiet thought has settled in that you don't say out loud: maybe I just can't find my way back. Maybe I've been gone too long.

This episode is going to change the question you've been asking yourself. And the question, it turns out, has been the problem all along.

You haven't been failing at finding yourself. You've been looking in the wrong direction.

She didn't disappear. She just got quieter as everything else got louder. And she has been sending you signals this entire time, in the moments that caught your breath, the opinions that rose in you before you talked yourself out of them, the song that moved through you and left something behind. Those aren't random. That's her. That's been her the whole time.

In this episode:

• Why "how do I find myself?" is the question that keeps you stuck, and what to ask instead
• What remembering actually feels like in real life (it's not what the self-help world told you)
• The personal story of a dream I set down as a single mom and came back to decades later, not as a new woman, but as the same woman on her own terms
• The fear that what you remember won't fit your life anymore, and why that fear is based on a misunderstanding of what remembering actually is
• The one question you can ask on an ordinary Tuesday that starts bringing her back

You are not starting from zero. You have never been starting from zero.

The trail back to her is already there. This episode shows you where to look.

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Transcript

A Guided Moment Of Recognition

Misty Celli 0:00

I want to ask you something and I want you to actually sit with it, feel it into it, rather than just think your way to it. Close your eyes for just a second, or soften your gaze if you're driving, and think about a moment. It doesn't have to be recent, it can be years ago, it can be a long time ago, but just sometime when you felt completely, undeniably, quietly like yourself, not performing, managing, or measuring up to anything, just being present in your own skin, grounded, alive, recognizable to yourself. Can you feel it? Even the slightest bit of it? That feeling, however faint, however far away it seems right now, is not a memory of someone who no longer exists. It is a signal from someone who is still there, waiting for you to stop searching long enough to remember. Today I want to completely change the question you've been asking yourself because I think the question itself has been part of the problem. You've been asking, how do I find myself again? And that question, however sincere, sends you outwards. It sends you searching, it turns finding yourself into a project, a destination, something you have to locate somewhere outside of yourself, out there in the world. And that search has been exhausting you because you've been looking for someone in all the wrong places. Therefore, today we are replacing that question with a different one. And the new question changes everything about where you look and how hard the looking has to be. Not how do I find her, but how do I remember her? Stay with me because the difference between those two questions is the difference between starting from zero and coming home to yourself. Are you tired of feeling like you don't know who you are anymore? Do you look in the mirror and catch yourself thinking, is this all there is, even though you know you are made for more? You're in the right place. I'm Misty Celle, and I help women step into their highest potential and design a life that feels true, rich, and deeply satisfying. A life built by design, not by default. On this podcast, you will learn the principles and strategic tools that create real lasting transformation in your health, your relationships, your confidence, your goals, and the deeper parts of you like purpose, growth, love, and parenting. This is where you begin the process of becoming your utmost self and reclaiming a life that feels like yours again. Welcome to your Utmost Life Podcast. Before I get into anything, I want to acknowledge something. You are tired of searching. And I don't mean that lightly or metaphorically. I mean the actual physical exhaustion of a woman who's been trying to locate herself for a very long time, who has read the books and done the journaling and taken the courses and had the conversations and still finds herself standing in the middle of her own life, feeling like a stranger. And somewhere in all that searching, a quiet despair has settled in. Not dramatic despair, the quiet kind. The kind that sounds like maybe I'm not someone who gets to have this. Maybe other women find their way back and I just can't. Maybe I've been away too long. Maybe the version of me I'm looking for doesn't exist anymore, and I just haven't accepted that yet. I want you to feel that for a moment, not to sit in it, but to acknowledge it, because that despair is real and it deserves to be named before we move past it. However, here is what I want you to hold right alongside it. That despair is not evidence that she's gone. It's evidence that you've been searching in the wrong direction. And wrong direction is not the same as dead end. Wrong direction just means turn around, look somewhere different, look somewhere you haven't looked yet. And that is exactly what we're going to do today. Here's what I think has been happening inside you. Tell me how close this lands. You've been trying to figure out who you are, trying to identify your values, your passions, your purpose, all the things that the self-help world tells you to find. And yet, every time you sit down to do that work, you hit this wall. Because when you try to answer the question, who am I? You genuinely don't know. And the not knowing feels like proof of something, like evidence that you are somehow more lost than other women. Like everyone else has a self to return to, and somehow you misplaced yours more completely. And therefore, the work feels impossible before it even begins. Because how do you start a journey when you don't know who's supposed to be making it? However, here's what I want to offer you. And this is the shift that changes everything. You are not blank. You are not empty. You are not someone who has to build from scratch. The reason the question, who am I, feels so impossible is not because there's no answer, it's because you're looking for the answer in the future and who you're going to become when the answer has always lived in the past. And who you already were, and what you already knew about yourself before everything got loud and the roles took over and her voice got quieter than everything else. You don't have to find her, you have to remember her. And remembering however long you've been away is always possible. Because you cannot remember something that never existed or you've never experienced. I want to tell you about a dream I had when I was young. My dad built custom luxury homes. I grew up watching him take an empty space of land and turn it into something that would hold a family's entire life, their memories, their milestones, their ordinary Tuesday mornings, and their extraordinary celebrations. And my mom loved interior design. She understood that a home wasn't just a structure, it was a story, and it was a place where a life got to play out. And I knew from a young age that I wanted to be a real estate agent, not for the transaction of it, but for what I understood a home to mean. I wanted to help people find the place where their life could happen, their safe place, their story, the space that was entirely unapologetically theirs. I was working toward that gene, genuinely working toward it. When life shifted underneath me, I was a single mother in a city without my support system, and I had to be honest with myself about what showing homes at night and on weekends with last minute calls and unpredictable schedules would actually mean for my daughter. And so I made a choice, a quiet, painful, loving choice. I set the dream down, not because I stopped wanting it, not because I doubted myself, but because I knew what mattered most in that season, and I chose her. However, and this is the part of the story I need you to hear, I did not lose the dream. I deferred it. Because dreams like self-worth do not have an expiration date. Twenty years later, I got my real estate license. I came back for it on my own terms and my own time as the woman I had become. And when I walked back into that dream, it fit. Not because it was new, but because it was always mine. I didn't find a new dream. I simply remembered the one that had been waiting. And the personal growth work, the obsession with evolving, with potential, with becoming more fully yourself, that was always in me too. Long before your utmost self existed, long before I had a framework or a methodology or a podcast, that thread was always there, running underneath everything, waiting to be picked up and followed all the way home. I didn't invent Misty Celle, founder of your utmost self. I remembered her. I followed the thread of what had always been true about me, the love of homes and belonging and helping people find their place, the deep belief in growth and potential and becoming, and I let those threads lead me back to myself, and then forward into something I hadn't even imagined yet. That is what remembering looks like. It's not a dramatic reinvention or starting from scratch. It is a return, a recognition, the quiet, certain feeling of, oh, there she is, there I am. And here is what I know about you, even though we haven't met. That thread is still in you. The thing that has always been true about you before the rolls, before the noise, before everything got loud, it is still there, quieter than it used to be. However, the quiet is not gone. And the moment you stop searching outward long enough to turn inward, you will feel it because it's been there the whole time. I want to talk about what remembering actually feels like in the body, because I think part of why the searching has been so exhausting is that it feels like intellectual work, like you're supposed to sit down and complete a questionnaire about your values and passions and life purpose and somehow arrive at a self on the other side. That process feels foreign because it is. That's not how you return to yourself, come back to who you're looking for. She comes back in flickers and small moments of recognition, and the things that catch your attention before your brain has a chance to edit them, and the opinion that rises in you before you talk yourself out of expressing it, and the song that moves through you and leaves something behind. And the moment you're doing something, anything, and you feel briefly and unmistakably like yourself, those flickers are not random. They're not nostalgia, they are her, reminding you, showing you the thread, saying, This is still true. This is still you. Therefore, the work of remembering is not about constructing an identity from the outside in. It is about learning to recognize the signals she's already sending, getting still enough to feel them, trust them when they come, rather than immediately question whether they're valid, whether you're allowed to want them, whether they fit the life you're currently living. And here is the most important thing I want to say about this, because it is the thing that has separates remembering from finding. When you are finding something, the absence of it means it isn't there yet. Every day you don't find it is another day of failure. However, when you're remembering something, the fact that you haven't fully accessed it yet doesn't mean it's absent. It means you haven't gotten still enough to hear it clearly, and still is something you can practice. Being still is something you can choose. Being still long enough, in fact, the entire first phase of the work. You are not starting from zero. You are returning to something, and returning, however long the road, is always closer than the beginning. I know what might be sitting in you right now, because it's the thing that sits in almost every woman when she first hears this. It sounds something like, but what if I remember and what I remember doesn't fit my life anymore? What if the woman I was before isn't compatible with the woman I need to be now? What if remembering her means losing something I've built? That fear makes complete sense. However, I want to offer you something about it. See, remembering yourself is not about going back. It's not about becoming who you were at 25 or 30 or before the marriage or before the kids. Those seasons shaped you. The love you poured out, the sacrifices you made, the woman you became in the giving, all of that is part of you too. Therefore, remembering is not subtraction, it is addition. It is taking everything you have become and reuniting it with everything you've always been. The woman you remember is not younger than you. She is not simpler than you. She is not less than the woman standing here now. She is the foundation underneath everything you have built. And a foundation doesn't make the structure less, it makes it possible. Furthermore, the thing that at the things that you were always true about you don't become untrue because life got complicated. Your curiosity didn't expire, your desires didn't become invalid, your sense of what matters or what moves you or what makes you feel alive. Those things just went quiet. They did not go away. And the life you have built is not in conflict with them, it is waiting to be infused by them. You don't have to choose between the woman you were and the life you have. You get to bring her into it fully and finally. I want you to imagine something specific. It is an ordinary morning, not a special occasion, not a milestone, just a Tuesday. And you are moving through it differently than you have been. Not because your circumstances have changed, the kids still need breakfast, the day still needs happening, the life is still the same life. However, something underneath it is different. You are making decisions from a place of knowing, small decision, small decisions about what you want for breakfast, what music you want to hear, what you actually think about the thing someone just asked your opinion on. And you answer without the usual pause, the usual checking, the usual wondering whether your preference is the right one or the acceptable one. You just know. And the knowing feels like coming home to a room you had forgotten was yours. Your daughter asks you something about your life, what you wanted to be when you were young, what you love, what you dream about, and you answer her. Really answer her. Not a deflection, not a humble dismissal, but a real answer from a woman who knows herself well enough to share herself. And she looks at you with something in her eyes that you recognize as the thing you've always wanted her to have. The permission modeled by your own life to know herself too. You are not a new woman. You are not a reinvented woman. You are the woman who was always underneath everything, finally living at the surface, finally audible, finally home, finally whole, living a whole life as a whole woman. And here is what I need you to understand about that vision. It does not begin with a dramatic transformation, it begins with a question, the right question. Not who do I need to become, but what do I already know about myself that I have stopped listening to? That question is the door, and you are standing right in front of it. Here's the thing I want you to walk away with today, and I mean really walk away with it, not just nod at it and let it fade by the time you get home. You are not starting from zero. You have never been starting from zero. Every moment you felt like yourself, every flicker, every glimpse, every second of recognition that was her. That is still her. And she has been leaving you a trail of breadcrumbs this entire time, and every moment that felt true and alive and undeniably yours. The work is not to build her. It is to follow the trail back to her. And that process, the remembering, the listening, the learning to trust what she's been sending you all along, that is exactly what the discovery phase of your Upmost Method is built around. Not a questionnaire, not a personality test, not a list of values you choose from a menu, a real guided process of returning to what has always been true about you. Because here is what I know. The reason finding yourself feels impossible is because you have been looking for someone new. However, she is not new. She is familiar. And familiar however long it's been is always recognizable when you get close enough to see it clearly. Thursday, I'm going to show you something that I think is going to make the remembering feel not just possible, but inevitable. We're talking about what has actually been drowning her out and what it looks like to start turning down the volume because getting still enough to hear her is a practice, and it is a practice I can walk you through. I'll see you Thursday. Subscribe if you haven't so it finds you automatically. And before we go, carry this today. I am not looking for someone new. I am returning to someone familiar, and she has been leaving me a trail the entire time. When the searching starts again, and it will, because old habits of our mind are persistent, I want you to redirect it. Stop asking, who do I need to become? And ask instead, what do I already know that I haven't been listening to? That question is smaller, it is quieter, and it will take you somewhere the searching never could. You are more than everyone's everything. You are someone and deserve to embrace your utmost self. I'll see you Thursday.