I have been think alot about Identity.
Who am I?
Do I like who I am?
Is it really me who determines my own Identity?
I have been feeling very pressured by the demands of ‘requirements’
It seems like what I am required to do for others is slowly defining me.
I am trying to be the perfect mother.
I am trying to be the best wife I can be.
I am trying to be the good friend.
I am trying to be the appeasing and lovely daughter.
So Why do I feel so resentful that these things are defining who I am?
I love my family and friends, why does it bother me that what I am fit into a mold with them is creating who I am?
Maybe I need to step back.
Maybe I need to be just me (with responsibility)
and the rest will follow suit.
I can’t be good at anything if I am not true to who I am anyways right?
I need to honor the person in me.
Speak with truth and conviction.
Act with respect for myself.
Be Honest to the desires and beliefs I possess.
I can’t make my life fit into a perfect mold.
What I have around me is life.
Take it or leave it.
I can’t expect people to accept me for the honest me if I am trying to get them to fit into my perfect mold with me.