I’m stressed out and highly emotional. Probably not a good night for blogging unless I want salty water and snot in my keyboard. 😛 So I’m going to refrain. I’ll be fine, nothing to worry about. Just lots of upheaval right now, which kinda makes me want to crawl into a hole and not come out for a couple of months. So, after I finish packing a couple more boxes I’m going to watch a little TV and have a relatively early bedtime.
If you haven’t figured it out already, based on reading from A to H, I’ll state it here nice and clear; generally? I’m fairly anti-label. But when push comes to shove, I identify as “In Flux”.
The idea of people being in flux is a fairly natural one. We are constantly growing and changing. The more we learn, the more we evolve. Who I am now is not even remotely close to the person I was 20 years ago, or heck, even five years ago. So the notion that we must have a constant and steadfast label that applies in all instances seems ridiculous to me.
Not only do I change from decade to decade, year to year, but from hour to hour and day to day. How I feel right now, laying in bed, blogging is very different from how I felt even twenty minutes ago while I was reading a novel to my daughter. So if I change as often as the air in my lungs, how can I be expected to identify as something constant?
Some days I feel very “girlie”, others I feel far more “butch”. I’ve always identified as female, but what that entails is different based on the circumstances surrounding me and within me. So I am IN FLUX. It just makes sense to me. In fact, it’s one of the few things that is constant and unchanging. I can say with certainty that I will consistently and constantly remain as an every changing and evolving person. 😉
What about you? Do you identify as a static being with a label? If so, how do you identify? Or are you, like me, constantly in flux?
P.S. – if you are up for it, I believe I posted a photo of a button a dear friend and artist made for me. It’s me, holding a label that says “in flux”. I think it’s on a post about AKA (the art gallery in Edmonton, Alberta). Scavenger hunt? 😉
I have always believed in doing what I can to make things better. Well… no… scratch that. In my ADULT life, I have always believed in doing what I can to make things better (let’s face it, we weren’t all philanthropic teens, in fact I’d venture to say a lot of us were pretty self-serving at that age, but we grow, we change, we learn). But even as adults not all people believe in trying to make things better for others, not everyone believes in leaving the world better than we found it. So when I come across people who are doing their best to improve things? It always warms my heart.
I had a discussion via FB with a fellow MomWriter yesterday. She was venting, and was tired of people telling her she was too idealistic, tired of being told that it wasn’t worth trying so hard. I shared a little of my personal philosophy on why folks are often so ready and willing to give up.
There’s this whole idea out there that we should “think globally”, but the fact of the matter is that’s a very daunting thing to do. How can one person really make a difference when there is soooo much wrong with (and in) our world. One person is not going to make a difference on a global scale. What we need to do is to teach people to think locally. You may not be able to change the entire world, but you can change the world for ONE person in ONE situation.
Do what you can, in your home, in your neighbourhood, for those you encounter in your day to day life. Stop that kid from being picked on. Pick up the trash on your street. Start a recycling program at your workplace or in your school. Plant garlic in that abandoned lot two blocks down.
You don’t need to change the world to make a world of change in the lives of those around you. THAT is what we should focus on. And with enough people doing that? We really can change the world. We just need to do it, one person, one block, one neighbourhood at a time.