At a marshal arts program I attended, they stripped us of all identifying aspects in meditation. We were no longer anyone's child, wife, mother. We didn't have our education, employment, money, defects etc We were to just BE and find strength in that to build upon. It was a good program. Then I went out to find myself and I wasn't there.
Reading these posts, am confused at exactly the answer you are looking for @Bobby Cole . Physical sense, mental sense or emotional sense - or perhaps all three ?
As per the example, although it is obvious that I’m not an old geezer sitting out on the porch of a dilapidated house that sits in the middle of nowhere but that said, that’s kind of where the inner me is. Many years ago as a lad living on the Mississippi River, I often imagined myself doing much the same as Tom and Huck Finn, floating down the river on a raft even though that wasn’t in the books nor could it have been but yet, there’s still a lad inside me who is playing pirate on a raft on the Mississippi. When a person drinks alcohol to excess, all of the social whitewash is gone and what exists is what a person really is or wants to be. The meek turn bold, the introverts turn into extroverts and the bold often go quiet and thoughtful. It’s just a little proof that what we initially see is a sort of facade that covers that inner adventurer, explorer, Jekyll, Hyde or whomever. Bottom line though @Hedi Mitchell is to have a little fun and however you take the thread is just fine. If you wish to pick from the choices you gave or stray a bit to Never Never Land, so be it but have fun.
I am Beatrice Arthur in Golden Girls, with dry yet witty humor- I am told I identify with Blanch and her love of men, but never vain I am Aslan the loin as in - The Chronicles of Narnia: The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe And as I age, find myself becoming more like Olympia Dukakis as Clairee Belcher and Shirley McClain as Wheezer in Steel Magnolias
We all have a story. We are all unique and yet we are all one. I was just watching an interview of a celebrity. I am not sure why we are drawn in by these...thinking they are more important or more impressive than we are. And yesterday I got a text from a young girl I know who was telling me she is a loser. We will have to do lunch, she and I. She needs to know she has a lot to live for and to give. But she needs focus, after some hard spots in her life, and to know she does not need a man to be. I put in my description here that I am a bum. I am good with that. I do what I want--always have. I can live with nothing and can be good having something. Of course, today I don't have little children depending on me. But I have big children and others who might so, I need to stay on my toes. I feel everything is dichotomous --good and bad aspects--be they people or things. Including me. We have stuff to learn while we are here and I am afraid that I am afraid to let go and truly trust a higher power which is my purpose. So, so far, I have not accomplished this. It is a good thing that is my purpose because I would be a terrible brain surgeon. There. I actually answered the question.
I present to the outer world as competent and self assured. At least, I think I do. But somewhere deep inside, there still lives the shy, awkward, unsure of herself girl. She is a good girl, just not outgoing. I like her in spite of all that.
To be honest there is not any one description that fits who I am ... really. Who I was in my younger years being able to live in solitude in the mountains, differs from my senior years where I do enjoy interacting with others. I will say I enjoy internet interaction over in person. I think I get that from my youth growing up on a remote ranch where daily interaction with others outside of family and neighbors, was via ham radio mainly by CW or morse code. I think my life long OCD and nervous tics is the reason I don't like in person unless I am doing comedy. Disclaimer: I am not the scandalous hooker I play online. Scandalous yes, but a hooker no.