In keeping with ideas of identity (see Richard Eisenberg’s column in Market Watch and our discussion on the last Zoom get together), I’d like to delve deeper into the murky waters of identity.
We’ve worn titles since childhood when we were sons, siblings, cousins, students, playmates.
My granddaughter is a kindergartner, daughter, granddaughter and a sibling. We’re always being identified by some title or other. Even at my recent high school reunion, the FAQ was centered around identity.
It’s tiring wearing all those titles. Rather than using titles, how might you describe yourself?
Here’s a little exercise to try:
Start with a fresh sheet of paper (no computers), and begin writing words that describe you. Think of yourself as an artichoke, and start with the easy ones and keep going deeper and deeper until you get to the core.
Who you are is more about your heart than about what titles you’ve held (or hold). I’d love to hear what you come up with–use words that describe the essence of you. Have at it!
