Right now, I'm in the midst of a job hunt after leaving what I had convinced myself was a lifelong career in the wine industry. It was an idyllic job description in a beautiful location...something most people dream about. I learned a lot behind the counter, and in the wine cave. I had a lot of great laughs and enjoyed some truly meaningful friendships. Nothing in life is ever simple, and after about two years of grueling schedules, sleepless nights worrying about this wedding or that banquet, not to mention the constant fear of my boss's unpredictable bipolar cycling , I called it quits with the support of my wonderful husband and some very insightful words from an old friend.
"It's just a job, it's not who you are."
That led me to ask myself the age old question that most people sort out when they strike out on their own after college. Whether in alone in the urban jungle of London, New York or Hong Kong, or on a trek through the Caucasus, Andes or Himalayas, most twenty-somethings eventually arrive at the answer to the question: "Who AM I?"--or maybe this is just a myth that our culture of self-identity and "personal style" would have us believe.
So, who am I, really??
here are the basics:
I'm a mid-west-born, Colorado and Virginia-raised, married, late twenties, younger sister, who's a Bachelor's Degree'd (Let's go Hokies!) english and fine art major, former vegetarian, & has no idea what hair color to note on her driver's license application. I am a semi domestic, small suburban apartment dweller, lover of brie (something I'm trying to curb), and my husband and I live in the same town as my parents. I've been decribed as a social chameleon, but not necessarily in the insincere reptilian category. I am just unbelievably intrigued and often influenced by social environment. The negative ramification of this trait is that I often feel that my personality is a confused synthesis of a lifetime of blending in to this social group and that professional image, leaving me feeling a little undefined... but I'm working on it.
Saturday, January 5, 2008
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