We are all made up of collectible labels and memories that define us. Or does it? My life is a collection of experiences that build my life novel, but it doesn’t define me.
Having a child with special needs and swimming in a pool of a family illness called alcoholism, only gives me opportunities to navigate the waters of life. I don’t wear a vest with buttons depicting every label put upon me. It collaboratively makes up the person I represent, but it doesn’t define me.
When we allow labels to overcome our own entities, we become our own bumper sticker. Life is too short for me to be a reflection of another’s life lesson or path. For me, I am a puzzle with intricate pieces that fit comfortably together to form a unique individual. What defines me is my open mind and heart. With that, I am able become the person I had always dreamed of being and a whole lot more.
For years, I was defined by others, now I am free to experience my life without a label.
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