Writing has been my defense and coping mechanism. So, here I am, in the midst of soul searching while being hurt and lost. I keep on thinking on my identity these past few months that I am pretty sure I am experiencing puberty the second time. Maybe it’s prompted by the thought of turning 30 this year. Heee.. yeah, time sure flies.
It seems easy for other people to form their identity. Sewing moms, baking moms, homeschooling moms (or moms in general), worker of a particular company, teacher, musician, painter, etc. I believe I am in not a particular category and I am not that impressive for people to remember. It’s hard not being somewhere, without any label on your forehead.
I thought I can be cool about that. But perhaps I am only human. I keep asking this question, “who am I?”
Few months ago I went to a salon to get my eyebrow shaped. The stylist mentioned to me in serious manner. “There is something wrong with your eyebrow.” Huh? “You should get it tattooed, because it’s only half.” I defended that I can always draw the eyebrow, no problem (if I have the time to. haha) The stylist added in a more serious tone. “Nope, it’s not about drawing it. People with half eyebrow, like yours, will always receive half-hearted gestures. I bet you are the kind of person who give your all but people tend to be unappreciative of what you have done. People tend to forget you.” So there I have my first eyebrow reading. 🙂
When I am down, I thought about what this stylist told me and a little part of me believe in it. It is true. Maybe I am that person. I am that person that people always forget.
But I am okay with it, as long as I have done my best in my short life on earth, because I know that GOD will never forget. I am God’s beloved daughter and will always be, that’s another identity that I will always remember in my heart.