Thursday, May 15, 2008

Who are you?

(And yes, I was hearing The Who in my head as I wrote that title!)

It occurred to me today that I have really - and I do mean really - found my identity! After spending so much of my life drifting back and forth, unsure of who I was or what I was supposed to be, I recognize myself when I look in the mirror now. That woman is a writer.

I didn't need a self-help book to tell me.
I didn't need some outside source to tell me.
I was here all along.

Yet isn't this one of the core questions of life? What am I doing here? What does life want of me? And, if you are a believer, what does God (or whomever your god is) want of me? Why was I put on Earth? If you are a non-believer, what caused this particular group of cells to decide to come together and be animated?

I finally know. I eat, sleep, live, and breathe writing. I create poetry when I see an unusual thing. I write this blog almost every day. I am constantly thinking about stories I'm working on. I am a writer by trade -- lucky enough to do what I love for a day job.

I'm a doggone lucky woman. I've got all of you!

So who are you? Or are you still looking for answers?

Peace - D


Coal Miner's Granddaughter said...

I think I'm still trying to figure out who I am. When I look in the mirror, my physical appearance screams, "MOMMY!" But, I wish my appearance screamed, "Brilliant physicist!"

We'll see. I'll get back with you in about 20 years or so! :-)

Thanks for getting me to think, hon!

Kathryn said...

I am many things all rolled into one. Wife, mommy, daughter, sister, friend, writer, singer, student, teacher. The list is endless. I think I will spend the rest of my life revealing myself to myself. That is one of the great parts of life. We are ever evolving.

Thanks for your caring comment on my post. I really appreciate it. I do worry about my boys and picture worst case scenarios, but I don't let it stop me from living. And I don't let my boys see it at all. For the most part I know those fears are all unfounded. Our lives are in God's hands.
Thanks again!

Jennifer H said...

It's a question I've asked myself for a long time, and it's not a one-word answer. But it's a lot easier to answer the question now than it used to be.

Dave Baldwin said...

Hi Momma,

This is another great post. You seem to be in a nice writer's groove these days.

I am a recovering graduate student in English. I left school 35 years ago, convinced I had no business writing poems because what I wrote was nothing like Yeats or Eliot or Dylan Thomas or the stuff one reads in Poetry. Grad school took all the fun out of writing.

When I turned 60, I started writing poems for the sheer fun of it. Fortunately, I found a genre (tanka and haiku) that is perfectly suited for me, and I now write five poems a week when I have the time. Some people do the NY Times crossword puzzle every week; I write poems. It is a fun hobby!

Years ago (in 1969) I met William Stafford. He said, "Writing poetry should be as natural as brushing your teeth." I carried that thought with me for a long time. Now I am living his advice.

Keep writing! I enjoy checking out your blog every day.

Momma said...

CMGD - I have no doubt that you could be a brilliant physicist. I know another one of those. He lives in my house and doesn't believe in himself :-) It's a difficult road, but I'm sure you could do it. Consider grad school when those babies get a little older. I believe in you.

Kathryn - Thanks for visiting my blog! I'm sure you are a terrific mom, but that worry can eat us up, can't it? I am as guilty of that as anyone. If you don't believe it, read (my other blog about my daughter).

Jennifer - I hate to break this to you, but you are a writer! Someday maybe you'll say that out loud.

Dave - I think your poetry is wonderful, and I'm glad you have yourself (still) in that Sunday groove you started. I need to produce more poems than I do, because I enjoy the process so much. It wasn't until I ran into this one Creative Writing professor (now my friend) that I began to write poetry again. Now I participate regularly in poetry readings, and *gasp* I sent in some poems to Poetry for their consideration. We'll see what happens!

Peace - D

Daryl said...

Good for you! Really.

BTW .. when I first heard that song, as the theme song to the TV show CSI .. I thought they were singing Cool Water which amused me no end since the show is set in Vegas .. the desert... okay funny only to me..

Who am I? Good question. I wish I had a good answer. Right now I am someone who itches a lot and is focused on finding out why and how to stop it .. and the increased Reynaud's and Dermagraphitis .. sorry TMI I am sure ..

I am a work in progress.


Maggie May said...

I seem to feel much the same as you. I feel that I am coming into my own as a writer too, as much of my thinking is to do with writing. I think I have always been like this, but it has only really surfaced recently.
I am feeling better about myself than ever before. I think we will be changing constantly until we die.
One thing for sure is that no matter how alike people are, we are all unique and different from one another. That is good, isn't it?

Momma said...

Daryl - I also have Raynaud's, and it's painful. When I have meat to cut up (i.e., turning chicken breasts into smaller stir-fry pieces), I usually have hubby chop it up. My hands can't take the cold.

Maggie - Isn't that the truth? I imagine I will always be evolving, as will my writing, but what I meant to look for here is career/talent/occupational identity. I was in a major identity crisis when my mom died. I feel like I'm finally coming out of that.

Peace - D

CrazyCath said...

Momma - I think I have found who I am too, but rather than write a long comment, I just invite you over to mine to have a look at my Weekend Wandering post on the "best decision I ever made" - it covers a lot of what defines me. I am glad you can say it out loud, and like you, hope that Jennifer will soon too. You are both awesome writers and I thank you for sharing so that the rest of us may enjoy.