Labels.
We are all our own collage of labels, definitions of the person we are, collected piece-by-piece over time as we travel our path.
Business owner. Employee. Artist. Stay-at-home parent. Between jobs. Barely hanging on.
Mom. Dad. Sister. Brother. Aunt. Uncle. Grandparent. Caretaker. Zookeeper.
Parent of an special child. Survivor. The one left behind.
In love with a man. In love with a woman. Lonely. Confused. Misunderstood.
Hero. Drama king or queen. Class clown. Bookworm.
Believer. Not. Unsure what might be out there. Searching.
What are your labels? Do you wear them proudly, or do some of your labels make you feel ashamed? Do you shout who you are to anyone who will listen, 24/7? Or do you let people discover on their own? Can you look upon the labels of others without scrunching up your nose?
Lately, I've been given "bleeding-heart liberal" and "heartless conservative" almost equally. I'm not a fan of labels.
ReplyDeleteLabels are hard.... And sometimes they are so, so wrong! I try not to guess about anyone, because I would fail miserably.
DeleteI think "labels" was a poor choice of words. Can someone think of something better?
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