I’ll warn you in advance that this post is probably going to be a bit random. I think it all ends up in the same place…I think.
I don’t know why this thought has been swirling around in my head for a while, but it has. And the thought is this: I don’t want to be labeled. I don’t want to be put in a box. And, more importantly, I am going to continually seek to not label anyone else or put them in a box either.
I don’t know why we label each other. I don’t know why we have to create categories to explain who we are. I don’t know why we put each other in boxes. To me, all of this just means judgement and control and suppression.
I mean, if we just look at the boxes, who am I?
Let me back up.
I have been considering a lot lately what I believe in, really and truly. First and foremost, I believe that God is love. Love is bigger than me. Love is more powerful than me. Love is not seen. Love comes in many, many forms. Love requires a leap of faith. Love has the power to transform. Love connects all of us. The more we love, the bigger our capacity to love becomes. And it is love that keeps us alive after we are gone. This I know for sure.
I also believe that at our core human beings are all the same: we all just want to be accepted for who we are and to love and be loved.
I had coffee a couple of weeks ago with my friend Chelsea. She is young and passionate and articulate and brilliant and I LOVE talking to her because she is smart and fascinating and challenging and I feel like my mind expands a little bit every time I see her.
I was telling her that I finally figured out God and that at the core, all human beings just to be accepted for who they are and to love and be loved. And I told her that I thought that the more we try to file human beings away into little categories, the more unhappy we become.
Chelsea is working towards a PHD in Gender Studies and she started telling me about an advanced human sexuality class that she took last semester. The professor asked the following question: “A woman has a double mastectomy and full hysterectomy as part of cancer treatment. Is she still a woman? Why or why not?” It’s interesting to think about right? This led to a two hour discussion about gender and sexual identity. And love and happiness. And about what really matters. And once again I filed away the thought that we all need to stop putting labels on each other.
And as I was reading through all of the anonymous posts (and totally crying of course, because you know me, I love a good cry) it hit me again: at our core, we all want the same things, we’re all striving for the same things and when you strip away all of the labels and see us at our core, we have so much in common.
So, who am I, really?
I am not a white-straight-female-liberal-middle class-Jack Mormon-adulteress-divorcee-wife-friend-sister-daughter.
I am oh, so much more than that.
I am ever-evolving. I am what God made me. I am anonymous. I am me. I am love.