Who am I?
Am I how people perceive me?
Am I my experiences?
Am I predefined and labeled?

My name is not a popular one. It has been fun having friends and family look for things which have my name on it. Who am I to them? Is that who I am?

Then of course there’s the beautiful Belinda Carlisle with her hit “Heaven is a place on earth. “ I love this association having a true love for music and dancing. I’m the gal singing and dancing in the kitchen or pulling up friends or strangers to dance when out listening to a band. What is it about who I am which brings out this pure joy every time I hear music?

Then of course there was my grandfather, David, who as a child referred to me as “Bee” 🐝. An endearing nickname as we would buzz around playing in his nursing home room.
But at the end of the day, I’ve learned to stop looking outward to others to define who I am. Not to be defined by a job or another person or reactions to discrete encounters.
I look quietly inward and better recognize that the closest to an explanation may be that “bee” my Nono referenced that dances around buzzing about. The experiences and interactions may necessitate me to react and adjust the buzz. If I need to adjust then I’m perceived in a manner which is not who I am. By definition therefore I am not how others perceive me and am not defined by any experience or reaction.
I am just Bee. 🐝
P.S. Happy Birthday to my son David (my grandfathers namesake). I love who you are.

