Have you ever encountered that moment where someone asks you to define yourself? I have been asked that question numerous times. Sometimes it’s in the form of a direct question. Sometimes it’s creating a website full of images that are supposed to paint a picture of yourself. Sometimes, it comes by way of an expectation from other to evaluate yourself. I have always been perplexed by this. Define me? As if it were a simple task such as doing the dishes or checking the mail. It isn’t as if I have something to hide. I usually consider myself an open book. However, I think of myself as an open book that you can read and draw your own conclusions. Why should I have to express my being in just a simple conversation? I just am. What you see is what you get. I’m honest and straight forward. I have strong beliefs and opinions and am not afraid to share them and stand up for what I believe is right. I still fail to see how that will somehow define who I am to you or anyone else. Many people say those exact same words and yet never seem to follow through on their word. It seems to me that time will show you who I am better than trying to cliffs notes a version of myself that at the moment may be solely based on the mood I’m in when you ask.
It strikes me a far better question might be…. If you get knocked down seven times, how many times do you get up?
