So many of us accept our identities from information that could easily auto fill into a standard application. Name, birth date, gender, marital status, place of birth, education, occupation, income. If we identify ourselves by these pieces of information we can get lost in life. We can find ourselves asking the question; Who do you say I am?
When I first started to consider the idea of starting a blog I wondered how I would describe myself. I felt that whatever I listed first would most define me. Should I start with my gender, marital status or spiritual beliefs? I felt that immediately people would start dropping me in a box, organizing me into a category or putting a label on me. Labels are great for food packaging and organizing drawers but for people, not so much.
So, I decided that my blog would be a safe place for people to share who they are, what they believe, their struggles, their triumphs and what they’ve learned in this life without judgement or correction. If you want to criticize, disrespect or influence people to think like you think there are plenty of other places to park your agenda.
This blog is birthed from my love of connection. Connecting to others, people (and animals) on a soul level. To connect with someone when the guards are down, and both are sharing from a private and intimate place is when I feel most alive. At times it can be painful and that’s ok too. A woman must endure intense pain to bring another soul into this world. Wow. I had to ponder that for a moment. Another soul enters through her body. Not the first time that I’ve heard that but for some reason it struck me differently today. (Thinking out loud))
When death takes a soul from this world, those left behind feel pain. Pain is inevitable. The time between these two events is a journey we call life. One thing that I’ve learned about myself from this life is that I am a visitor to this earthly realm to learn and give as much as I can. To push through pain and fear and find the treasures waiting to be discovered. So, this is me widening my circle of engagement to know and be known.
I am a cerebral person. I love to ponder. I can spend hours at a time alone doing this or writing in a journal and there have been a select few of whom I have shared such ponderings. So, this is Fawn Thinking Out Loud. I hope you enjoy my reflections of reality and imagination. I invite you to share who you are, your stories, revelations, losses and gains. Perhaps we can learn from, inspire or encourage one another.
I feel inclined to now share with you some of my categories and labels in no particular order.
Woman, actor, mom, healer, friend, lover, hater, native, employee, intercessor, neighbor, peculiar, wife, daughter, sister, step mom, singer, sinner, mulatto, half breed, baby boomer, teacher, entertainer, writer, murderer, saved, abused, Dodger fan, Female, child of God, star, aerobics instructor, fit, chubby, CNA, heiress, ghost buster, martial artist, talent, wealthy, broke , homeless, fighter, blessed, broken, healed, meat, Jesus freak, stalked, plaintiff, defendant, temple, single, married, divorced, warrior, unemployed, beautiful, flawed, perfect.
Now that you know me, who do you say I am?
Fawn Thinking Out Loud 