As those of you who read my blog are aware, I recently asked my friend Sarah to write a guest post for my blog.
I spent some time thinking about labels. There are many labels I have, from ones which are apparent to those that I typically shy away from.
I was made aware of a conversation which was had about me by some friends of mine, about why I “hide” a certain part of myself. I don’t hide from those things, I choose not to make it the definition of who I am. I am a sum of all my parts, not what my parts are. I am, a dedicated worker, a full-time student, a sports fan, a mad shopper, a skeptic, a cynic, a compassionate person, a jaded-realist, a soul-searcher, a sometime runner, a horrible golfer, a recovering drug addict, a person who has been arrested, a self-professed nerd, a tormented thought-provoker, a challenger of status-quo and many other things.
There are labels I do hide from, because they leave me open to judgement or to feelings of vulnerability. Not because those things make me weak, but they leave me open to the uncertainty of others.
I’m mostly proud of who I am, who I have become and where I am going in life, even if, at times, I don’t know where this ship is directed. We’re all fighting challenges in our lives, we all seek to belong to something, someone, some place, some group. To be “in the know,” to be “part of the crew,” to be “one of the guys/gals,” when we should be expending more energy just “being,” when we really should be wanting to be ourselves and attracting those people who see who we are and those who want to be with the person they see.
My reach, thanks to many different factors, has allowed me to interface with people well out of my circle of comfort. I’m extremely pleased with those who I have met and I count many of you, whether we have met in person or not, friends. Some of the best, in fact.
One of the best compliments I’ve ever received? “I don’t think of you as a boy or a girl, I think of you as a Nick, that’s it, just that.”