Do you remember that song back in the 90’s (I’m talking to you, Generation X and Y) by Meredith Brookes that goes, “I’m a bitch, I’m a lover, I’m a child, I’m a mother, I’m a sinner, I’m a saint, I do not feel ashamed…”? Yeah, nostalgia’s got me thinking today.
As this is the start of a new year, I thought I would take some time to evaluate myself and figure things out about my life. Let’s start the year off right by looking into who I am, who I want to be, and how can things in my life can be improved. Well, I’ve been dragging this idea around for some time (like, a month and a half) and I thought I’d throw it out there to see if you can help me with an answer.
What am I?
Go up to anyone and ask them what they are and you’ll probably get some answers like, “I”m a human being–duh!”, “I’m a man/woman”, “I”m a 4th year at UCR”, “I’m a 25-year-old loving mother of two”, “I’m Chinese American”, or “I’m a Gemini”. Aside from all the concrete categories that make up people (actual occupations, nationality, ethnicity, biological make, birth/star alignment), what makes someone something?
A couple of months ago, I was running with my close gal pal and she was talking about being a writer and a runner, among a lot of other things. And I thought to myself, “hmm..what makes a person a writer? Or a runner? Or a foodie? Am I any of these things?” I certainly don’t consider myself a writer. I don’t get paid to do it. Sometimes I enjoy it (it’s rare–this post took me ages before I began to write it…and even now I’m still reluctant! I had to stop and eat a bowl of chicken wings because I needed something to distract me. And now I’m distracting myself again with this parenthesis! I digress. As usual.) I have a blog, but it’s not updated frequently. I love running, but I don’t consider myself a runner. Well, I run, but I don’t think I’m very good at it, therefore I’m not a runner. I share a passion for good food and good coffee, but I’m not an expert. Am I not a foodie or a coffee connoisseur?
So at the end of the day, if you like to do something, but you don’t think you’re good at it, don’t get paid for it, and only do it sometimes, are you still that thing? Is there a standard or requirement you have to meet in order to proudly state that you are? Is simply having a passion for it enough?
People classify each other all day long. That person is a hipster, this person is high-maintenance, that guy must be from Canada. I think how you define yourself based on your own standard is the best way to look at yourself. So if that’s the case, I’ll tell you what I think I am. Judge at your will, but I’m proud to be…
* a runner (marathoner, albeit really slow at it… and leisure runs)
* a foodie (or person who appreciates good food at a good value and loves to cook and bake)
* a hipster lover (I <3 their style and the way they always deny that they’re hipsters and that everyone hates them)
* a coffee drinker and lover
* a writer
* a blogger
* a podcast-er (www.dropthateggroll.com)
* a baker
* a cook
* a boba addict
* a good friend
These are all things I can’t necessarily quantify, but they are definitely some things that make up me. So, what are you?