People tend to identify themselves but some of the activities that they do. Mike, for instance, is a mapper. He’s also a fisherman, a hunter, an musician.
My mom is a mother…which she chose to be.
I can describe myself in adjectives: happy, odd, not-so-well traveled, cheap, free. But I don’t have an “-er” beyond “sister” and “daughter”. I’m not a golfer or a softball player. I’m not a runner or a hiker or a climber. I do some of these things–I joined a softball league and I run, but I do not identify myself with those activities.
And we’ve talked about how I write, but I am not a writer. I am not a musician. I am not a cook. I am not a baker (yet…am I right, Mike? 😉 ).
I don’t do activity that I enjoy so much that I want to identify myself with it. What does that mean? I want to be a wife and a mother someday. Those are things I will choose and will enjoy…but shouldn’t I have something to be until then? I’m not a crafter or a decorator. I am not a quilter or a seamstress.
I suppose I am a dreamer. And I suppose I am an avid Roseanne fan. And I do love the Cleveland Indians and baseball, but not so much so that I can define myself by any of it.
I think this goes back to me needing a hobby. But it seems it’s deeper than that. It seems to me that I need a self-defining activity. This ought to be interesting.