Do you ever feel like an impostor? I was thinking about this yesterday while I grocery shopped in my running clothes. I always get a kick out of appearing
(mildly) hardcore and want to drop a casual, “I just ran a 50k
” line to the cashier even though I actually only ran three miles and the cashier isn’t interested in my exercise habits anyway. There are people who ARE runners – it’s in the fabric of what makes them, well, THEM. But running is not a part of who I am. It’s just a thing I’m doing. I (theoretically!) could run 20 miles a week for the rest of my life, and I still might not ever FEEL like a runner.
|(So maybe “hardcore” is the wrong word to describe our look.)
Why is it that some interests enter your life as side-dishes, while others become part of the meat of WHO you are?
a wife, mother, daughter, sister. I am
passionate about adoption. I might become a foster parent. I am
an avid fan of the Indigo Girls
, (and I am sure that they will someday be recognized alongside Emily Dickinson and Virginia Woolf for their literary genius. I am shocked that you laugh. I am amazed that you don’t also love them. I am still stoked that my sister took me to their concert years ago. I am hoping to get several of their CD’s for Christmas since I only have burned copies I stole off my dad & not even many of those, hint hint Brad! But I digress…) I am
a child of God. I am
falling in love with His Word. I am
a reader, a learner. And until God changes me, I am
often negative, passive, and a long list of other things that I’d rather not name and I am
praying to un-become!
But I am not a runner, though (for now) I run. I am not an accountant, although I, um, account? I am not a writer, although I would desperately would love to become an artistically talented one! I am not a teacher, but I can learn to teach! There are so many things in the “I am” column I’d like to drop, and so many “I am not’s” that I’d love to take ownership of.
How about you? What are you? What are you not? What would you like to be?