In my last post, I quoted Dolly Parton saying, “Find out who you are, and do it on purpose.”
I have struggled for years trying to figure out who I am.
Oh, sure, I know the obvious: I’m a wife and a mother. Those are easy and I embrace them fully.
I also used to describe myself as damaged goods (from childhood trauma) and figured I was destined to be full of shame and not worth anything for the rest of my life. 
Where it gets tricky for me is, am I an author? (I knew I was going to grow up to be one in the fifth grade.) I have two books on my shelf that say I am.
The songwriting was a surprise for me.
I wrote instrumental piano music when I was young, but never in a million years would I have imagined that I would put words to that music to process my pain.
One thing I’m not and that’s a selfie-taker. It took me 26 tries to get a semi-decent picture where I didn’t look like a complete dork. 
I guess I’ll be all of the above: wife, mother, girl with a past, author, songwriter, and dork. 
