I spent much of this month overwhelming myself with the question; Who am I? In my mid twenties I had no idea. The career I’d innocently and naively dreamed of as a child seems so far removed.
Personal and professional disappointments plagued me and I find it difficult to envision and imagine myself clearly beyond my fights for equality AND equity.
One thing I know for certain was this sentimental, empathetic, joyous, hopeless romantic, was……….is disappearing more and more with everyday. I don’t know where or who that person is anymore.
I try to be happy and remain happy, but I’m not. So I try to at the least have gratitude and consciously practice gratefulness. But I’m still in search of the answer to my question, who the fuck am I?