I have redefined myself so many times in the 23 years I've been alive. I started as a fun-loving little girl who loved horses, dresses, and anything Disney. I grew into a pre-teen with a dream and a lot of activities on my plate. Then I became a goal-oriented teenager with a lot of responsibilities, a busy life, and a big problem with procrastination. After that, my life slid into the fast lane, and I've never looked back. I went away to college, met my true love, quit school and got my own apartment and started living "real life" in preparation for marriage, got married, and, 17 months after my wedding, I became a parent.
So, how do I define myself now? Answering that question isn't as easy now as it might have been a few years ago. I am a great many things, but I'm not sure if I could put it so simply anymore.
I am a wife. I am a (working) mother. I am a Christian. I am a performer. I am a teacher. I am a bookworm. I am a seamstress. I am a barista. I am a gamer. I am a writer. I am a housekeeper. I am a daughter. I am a sister. I am a friend.
How do I put all that together in such a way that others can understand me, without me having to spell it all out?
Ah. I think I know.
I am HAPPY.
That one word says it all. I don't have to say any more when people ask me to describe myself, because none of the things on that list define me. My life does not define me. It does, however, make me very, very happy.
So who am I? What am I? How do I define myself and my life? I'm happy. Not enough information for you? Want to know more? Ask me why I am what I am. Ask me why I'm happy. That's the real story.
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