Ch...ch...changes.... and Labels

When I reached this age, I figured that were a lot of things that I was supposed to be by now.
I was supposed to be a wife.
I was supposed to be a mother.
I was supposed to be a writer/singer/actress full time.
I was supposed to own a house.

By nearly 30, I thought these things would just magically happen to me. Those where the labels I thought would define me. But now, I see they don't. They are just labels. Since we humans feel the need to label and define things - here's what I am now.

I am unmarried.
I am independent.
I am loved by a matrix of ecclectic family and friends.
I am proud of the woman I'm still growing into.
I am learning from everything around me.
I am a ridiculous Disney fan.
I am an employee in a company that does good in the world.
I am a singer, songwriter, poet, and author.
I am very passionate.
I am a person who craves adventure.
I am a Boxer mom. (Clydas is da' bomb.)
I am a triathlete.
I am stronger than I ever thought I'd be.
I am a seasoned "bear hunter" - win or lose. *(See previous blogs if you need an explination of "bear hunting".)

And for me - all of these things that I am far surpass whoever I thought I was supposed to be. I've always wanted to live an extraordinary life...

And you know what?
I may not be what I thought I was supposed to be...
But as far as living a life that's far from ordinary - thanks to all the wonderful people I've met, learned from, and held dear -
I am.

Lesson learned? Get rid of the "shoulds" and just "be". Define who you are for yourself.