Just Who, Am I?

I don't know exactly when it happened, but somewhere along the course of my being, I lost my identity.

I am sure I am not alone in this revelation, let me explain...

I am a twin, so, I have always been referred to as my brothers, (Kirk's) twin. And to my other siblings, Mick, Marty Kim and Kris, I was their little sister, tormentor and brat, sometimes all in the same day.

I reveled in being Boyd and Sandy's youngest daughter, Claude and Virginia's granddaughter, my aunt's and uncle's niece, and cuz to many cousins.

In school, I was "so and so's" best friend, and "such and such" - teacher's student. Hey, you or aren't you related to one of the other 5 kids in the Sheckler family?

When I began dating, I was the girlfriend, or his ex.

Engaged, I was his fiancé.

When I married, I was Mrs.....honey, babe, sweetie or any given title that got the job done.

Then, I had children.

I was Nizhoni's mom, Wynter's mom; mom, mom, mom, mommy, mom, mom, mom!!

The class mom, the mom volunteer, or Mrs. mom on fieldtrips.

At work, I am the receptionist, mail lady and FedEx, shipping guru, (self -titled) assistant to the executive assistant.

You get my drift.

We've all surrendered a part of our identity to fit and blend in, developing and building this safe haven, which aids us in belonging to our people, our tribes.

Even on Vocal, we are lovingly referred to as creators, writers, subscribers and in the communities, I have nestled into...incredibly gifted and talented authors, designers, inventors and masterminds!

But do you ever feel overlooked, mislabeled, separated or forgotten?

When are we ever, just ourselves, (in my case, Kelli.)

What do I really know about her? What does she like or dislike. What are her interests when no-one else is around?

Maybe you have experienced these same issues and have discovered ways of maintaining your identity, amidst the loving chaos, of the hats we all don.

I am currently in that process today. Rediscovering the person, I vaguely remember from my past, letting her decide who she wants to be.

Becoming a transformation of being.

With my own unique identity.