My Path, My Self, My Confusion

I think I have figured out part of why I am having trouble figuring out what my path is.  In order to identify one’s path, one must define oneself.  I have no one definition.  I have finally realized and accepted that I am many things, many women, all in one.  No, I do not suffer from an identity disorder, I have had no massive trauma that has caused me to develop separate identities to protect my mind and soul from further damage.  I am, simply, complicated; multi-faceted one might say.

This realization has been swimming around lazily in the back of my head for some time, as I decide what to wear for the day, where to travel, what to do.  Only recently has it solidified into something useful, something that has provided me with an answer to my constant question of “why can’t I figure out what makes me happy?”  I know now it is because many things make me happy, and the variety makes me the happiest.  I need a life where I can be all of who I am, at the times when I want to be them.  I need a life that includes people who accept that I am my own personal variety show, a global, happy, wacky smoothie of “type” (non-dairy of course).

I am immensely grateful for the “family” I have developed along the way that do exactly that.  I love you, Thank you for accepting the fact that I am…

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