Who’s Becky? Well, if I’m being truly real here I have two answers:
1. It’s me. Yes, I use Rebecca for my writing. Why? Well, because I like it better for that. But if I’m being really, real here (not just lowfat ice cream kind of real)…I’m Becky. It’s who I’ve always been and I’m pretty sure it’s not going to change. I’m good with that.
2. I have no idea who I am anymore.
So, there’s the long and short of it. Oh, sure I know things about me, but I’ve lost the heart of who I am as just me without relying on the crutch of who I am in relation to other people. I’m starting to wonder if I stripped all of the people and tasks away, what’s left?
It’s a scary place to be.
I feel lost and lonely and naked in this place. But I know…..
I will forever regret living my life to complete tasks and fill titles. I need to live my life fully, and I’m pretty sure to do that I need to get to know me.
And I need to be able to say, when all of the introductions are done and we start to scratch below the surface,
“Nice to meet you.”