Defining Myself

Lately, I’ve been thinking about what defines us as individuals, what our God given talents are, and this made me wonder who I am, and how others perceive me. Then I realized it doesn’t really matter how others perceive me, what is more important is what I think of myself.

My self-definition could be many unlimited things because I am completely different from anyone else. It’s all in our own diversity. Physically I may appear to look like others, but inside I am not the same.

Am I defined by being a 49-year old white American woman? Does being a happily married woman, a born again Christian, a daughter, a mother, a grandmother, a sister and a friend define me? I don’t believe material possessions have anything to do with who I am. I am not defined by a title from an employer or by initials behind my name from my education, or from my passion for reading or my DNA.

Do my dreams and aspirations play a role in the person I will become?

I am defined by being true to myself – a child of God.

I feel that my roots, my life experiences, religious beliefs, decisions and mistakes I’ve made have each enhance the woman I am today. Every day I face new choices, challenges, and this in turn keeps me constantly changing. I am thankful I am not the same person I was a few ago, and I am sure I will not be the same person in the months and years to come.

I think my self-definition has more to do with my personal beliefs, the way I treat people, and how I’m treated, and my reactions to others. I hope I never stop this constant journey of exploring the woman I am, while learning, and growing to becoming a strong confident individual and be all that I know I can be.

I think it’s important what I choose to believe about myself, my character, and what Christ wants me to achieve in life.

But in the end, all that really matters is what God thinks of Debi.