I’ve spent a lot of time thinking lately about re-starting this blog and the corresponding FB page. But I have been struggling for so long with the idea of pasting that label on me and on my life. I am SO much more than my medical diagnosis. I am so many things to so many different people.
I am a Christian Woman, I am a Wife, I am a Mama, I am a Friend, I am a sister, I am a daughter, I am an aunt, I am a co-worker, I am an employee, I am a Working Mom, I am a Fibro Warrior, I am a Paralegal, I am a Procrastinator, I am a Fighter, I am a Lover, I am Loyal, I am Caring, I am a former classmate, I am a college graduate, I am a Woman…I am enough.
I could go on and on (as could we all) with the different roles, titles, labels, etc. that life has given me. But really, what matters is who am I to me? Who do I believe myself to be? I heard something recently that really stood out to me. None of us are to others who we perceive ourselves to be. Every single person we encounter in this world sees us different. What matters is what we do, how we live our lives that helps each person shape who we are to them.
The events of our lives shape us into the people we become. Each event, each person we meet, each struggle we go through, each success, each moment of joy makes us into the person we are today. So, what are the struggles, the joys, the moments of success, the moments of heartache that have brought me here today? That’s a little of what I’ll share with you, but really, what I hope to do is to bring to each person willing to read, listen, pay attention to what I have to say, is a smile, an inspiration, knowing you’re not in this life alone, that someone else thinks that “adulting is tough today” or that with the support of those around us, we can, we will, see joy in the little things, sing praises and build each other up to be the person that each of us sees ourselves as – fill in the blank:
I am ____________________.