How can I find my identity?

"Stop looking where it isn't and look where it is!"

I was rummaging repeatedly in my one overflowing kitchen utensil drawer for the potato peeler when the above words came to me so precisely that it was as though they had been spoken. I laughed aloud at the idea, but I also looked up —and there on the opposite countertop was the potato peeler.

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