I have a very hard time responding to the question: “Who am I?” Saturday evening, I sat down with a pen and paper to re-write my “About” page. You’d think it would be easy for me to write about myself. I mean, I’m ME, right? This should be a cinch! I sat there for a solid hour. I wrote down a bunch of stuff and in the end I had a page full of… junk. Just a bunch of boring facts that say very little about me.
I scrapped the whole thing.
I want my “About” page to be a clear picture of me. I want it to say: THIS is Michele! THIS is who I am! BAM! Take that! Ya baby!
Know what I mean?
Problem is, I’m always changing. The Earth turns beneath my feet and I turn with it. I’m looking at my hands as I type this and I notice the skin has changed since the last time I examined them. My hands look older. The skin seems thinner, more fragile. I’m different than I was. And I know these changes are natural and inescapable. But they mean that an “About” page cannot possibly capture the essence of a living, breathing, changing creature. An “About” page will never be more than a few momentary glimpses in the life of a person.
What would you suggest a girl blogger do about it, I wonder?