Am I the alone in the desire to be rid of all the limits that we place on ourselves when we allow labels to be pasted to us? Society does this to us, we all do this to each other, but, hey, I’m pointing fingers only at myself and how I label Me and how I let the labels of others stick to me.
If I am a woman, a wife, a mother, a child, a sister, a lawyer, and so on, what does this mean? I have no easy answers for anyone, particularly not myself. After being with men my entire adult life, I fell in love with a woman and that has cracked the shell of every single role I played in my own life and the lives of others. I feel the freedom of setting aside all the limits that I had placed on myself and realizing that anything is possible for the rest of my life, the second half of my life. The resistance … from my family and friends … is relentless. While I realize that I created this situation by being who I was for so long, and serving very defined roles in the lives of these people, it still is stunning to see how my worth to these people lies only in remaining the same, being who THEY want me to be.
So, this is me, shouting kindly but insistently, that I AM still me, just more of me. As much as I love you all, I cannot stop this train of self-discovery, no matter how much you wish for it to be otherwise. And I have learned that the best gift you can give anyone else, is the freedom to grow and be themselves.
Smiling back at you world!
