I am a bibliophile. No, I don’t drool. It means I own and read books…a lot!
I also was an agoraphobic. No, I’m not unduly afraid of spiders…that’s arachnophobia. Agoraphobia is the fear of angora sweaters. LOL! Just joking. Agoraphobia is the fear of open spaces. So says Webster. By the time I was housebound I was afraid of everything–so take that Webby.
I am an author which means I play with words hoping they’ll marry and that you will attend the wedding.
I am an overeater…who is trying not to gnaw on chair legs between meals. None of my pants button.
I am a speaker…which means I at times have more words than brain cells.
I am an over-ambitious shopper. None of my cupboards close. Or closets.
I am a wife…almost 49 years. Good Golly Miss Molly where did that time go? Well, you know what they say about having fun.
I am a mom. What an utter privilege.
I am a Nana…need I say more? Pure joy!
I am a friend. And love heart connections.
I am a child of God…which makes all of the above possible and/or bearable.
Labels are so interesting. Some make ones heart inflate and some cause us to hang our heads. Let’s deliberately take off the tags that drag down our spirits and lets live up to the ones that revive us. And let’s be label maker’s of the highest kind by calling others up to their best!
What are your labels? Which ones aren’t worth keeping?