I hate labels.
When I was a vegetarian, I hated being called that too.
“It’s not about that for me”, I would think. I eat what I want. And I don’t want any guilt or pressure should I choose to not fit into that category next week.
Then I realized that I was doing the same thing to people in my life and people that I would meet.
This person fits nicely in this category with people who have this “problem” or are “this way” and this person in another. But THEY ARE SO MUCH MORE THAN THAT.
They are human.
You cannot label people and expect to have genuine meaningful relationships with them because the moment they step outside of the box you placed them in the relationship will unravel. The relationship will become undone and potentially hurt someone, who like you, is just journeying through life.
Their journey does not have to look like yours to be valid.
If it’s real to them, it should matter to you.
And that’s for anyone in your life! Family member, friend, stranger.
In the same regard, I was also labeling myself.
But I too am more than that.
I am human.
And I have realized that I can write about whatever’s real to me. Inviting people who connect with my reality along for the ride.
Are you down?