♥ “The longer I live, the more I realize the impact of attitude on life.♥
So, who am I? This is a tricky question to answer as I’m not always entirely sure who I am from one moment to the next. In fact, all I'm certain of is that I'm not quite the same person as I was 4-6 years ago.
When I was a child, of course it was by relationship. I was a daughter. An extension of my mother and father and my wonderful extended family. I was also an avid reader and writer from the first day I learned to sound out my phonics. Later I became a friend, a student, and a Christian. And those relational definitions of myself satisfied me for many years. But then depression crept in like a cold dark fog, and with it a long, long search for my own identity. I wanted a definition of myself created by myself, not one that I had blindly accepted from my culture. I began to feel that those roles did not define me…they described me.
So then I went through a phase of believing you are what you do. I mean I really did believe that. I graduated highschool with honors...attended college for a year...and came home after my first year. After taking a year off from school. I went back to school(which is what im doing now) , pregnant with my first child, and I was also a student. And that satisfied me for a while. I felt a lot better about myself, because I am an intelligent person and I liked that label. I defined myself as a learner. I also had to read and write a lot, which was what I’d had a passion for from the age of six.
But sooner or later, I have to graduate. And off I'll go into my occupation, degree in hand, a “professionalâ€. Now I'll know who I am, or at least I should. When the buzz dies I'll continue, and continue, to take more postgraduate training. And I'll still get that buzz from learning. The only thing is….I’ve also learned that my occupation won't define me either. I am not what I do. True, the occupation I'll chose will say some things about the kind of person I am, but it doesn’t define me.
All I know for sure is that I am a daughter,a lover, a mother, a friend, my own therapist, a learner, a writer, an artist, a soul searcher, and a Christian. But none of those define me. How can they? Isn’t the human soul greater than the sum of its parts?
How I think of myself:
♦Sweet
♦Innocent
♦Honest
♦Stubborn (in a good way)
♦Opinionated
♦ Loyal
♦dedicated
♦borderline obsessive
What Defines "Me" as a Real Woman!
I am true to myself.
I hold my head up high.
I don't waddle in pity.
I don't sit back & cry.
I am a survivor.
I can stand on my own feet.
I have courage; spunk & grace.
When I'm down, I have a smile upon my face.
I will make it.
I will excel.
I will keep on striving, whether I win or fail.
