Who Am I?

I’ve just kind of been in a weird daze since Monday. I don’t regret quitting. But I do feel so sad about it. Partially because I wonder how many people will find me interesting without it.

Which also pisses me off at myself.

But it’s just been a part of my identity for so long that it’s hard to imagine what my life looks like without it.

And I know it’s early yet, but I want to acknowledge that it’s hard, and that I am not sure what my value to others is, if I don’t yell and make people hear me.

2 thoughts on “Who Am I?

  1. I feel like the easy answer is ‘you are what you do,’ but I’m old enough to know we’re far more complex than that. Every piece of yours that I’ve read has left me feeling like I understand and appreciate the world a little more having perceived it through your mind. That’s because of who you are, and though that specific outlet may be closed to you (and to all of us, your readers), you are still the person whose inner life— such as I’ve been privileged to see it— I admire and love.
    I don’t know if what I’m saying is coherent, and I’m not expecting it to pass as An Answer. Just a few meandering words that mean ‘I love and respect you.’

  2. Well I’m going through a divorce so I definitely feel you in the “who am I and what now?” thing. Even when you know you’ve made the right decision to leave a situation you used to love, you’re adrift and sad. What’s next? Something! Fuck if I know what, exactly. But the only way to summon the future is to flail around in the present, doing everything all wrong, until it gets here. Or that’s my theory.

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