I had an identity crisis the moment I began to pen down this post. I have read this popular lifestyle post title for long. I wished to write it many times. But, I always gave up the idea because the post demands asking and answering difficult questions.
I have read interesting posts under this title, the basic need of such a post is an identity. A day in the life of – a celeb, a footballer, a coach, a mentor, a mother and many such interesting titles I have fed my mind. Post ideas are easy to find but, how and where do I find my identity?
In the morning, the first thing I am is a daughter. I don’t know how good or bad, but I know not a torturous one. But, a day in the life of a daughter like me can be a sad post. I don’t do much for mom. I hardly help in chores and am off the house maximum times on weekends.
The next thing I am is a local commute traveller. Be it auto-rickshaws or local trains, I am sometimes kind and at times too much in my own pool of thoughts, books and music that I’ll give no damn about fellow companions.
And then I am a co-worker to people. I don’t have any assumptions also on this one. This identity of me as a person to work with, I don’t know. I haven’t had reviews on this and I am scared to get them too. Let’s just say this side of me I haven’t explored much either.
I am a social worker by profession. I’ll soon have a master’s degree in the same. And more than a co-worker, I am glad I can identify with the social worker side of me. Each day I spend and see the slightest change, I feel proud that I am adding my drop to the ocean. Since, the experience as a social worker isn’t much yet, can’t write more about it.
On weekends I am much more than the above. Suddenly, I am a writer, blogger, reader, trekker and even a person who belongs to a family and a set of friends. Like a volcano of identities erupt of me on weekends.
I identify myself as a writer from the time I have learned to write essays way back in school. This part of me enjoys the pen, paper and mind connection. I get clarity of things when they are on paper. I love to find pens, books etc to keep the joy flowing.
I can’t only be a person who works and does nothing else. My blog gives me my personal touch. It tells me what I am, post the work I am into. It gives me reassurance than even if everything falls apart during the week, I’ll write it out and stand up tall against all odds again.
I am a moody reader. I might read many books at a stretch and go months without a sing article for a month. I hope to get better at this side of me. I hope to get as regular a reader as I am as a blogger. I don’t know how, but figuring this out is a next big target on my list.
Oh! How I love being in nature! I completely have surrendered myself to nature. It has control over me like no other. I have a sad day and I look at moonshine through the train window and I smile, automatically the day is undone.
I have an even tougher week and I embrace a mountain that weekend and aha as if life was always easy. I don’t know how and when did I become this close to nature and how I bestowed this power in it to heal me, I am only glad of this part of me and I know for sure this won’t ever change.
I am a terrible friend. Out of all the above identities, this one I am hundred per cent sure of. More often than not I won’t be available on call. I will hardly text. I am moody and I love my own company way too much to give a shit about people’s life.
Yes, I am still human and have my social needs which I fulfil with a few phone calls once or twice in three months to a few humans. Or I manage to meet a few other humans over lunch and dinner. That’s all. This is why I feel it will soon be time that I’ll be declared as an animal with no social needs and be sent to live in a jungle!
I think I am a similar family person as I am a friend. Apart from mom, there is no other family person I talk to daily. I talk with a few family members every weekend or at least once in the whole week, but that’s all.
I am truly grateful for the few friends and family people who stick through my non-sense. It’s the end of the post but I still don’t have an answer to my header, a day in the life of… Do you? What do you think I am? Or, maybe try to answer what do you think you are?
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