Tuesday, November 5, 2013

Who do we think we are

I wonder if I am alone in getting asked that question a lot as a kid. I wonder how other people answered it.

Just who do you think you are, young lady?
                               as if I should know the answer to such a complex question, differing at any bend
as it turns out, i would just hang my head in shame at the idea that she thought I had thought i was anything. It was not ok to think you were anything, had anything or that you thought or believed anything outside of what was already approved. 

Speaking of bends...nah. I'm not going to go there.

A lot has happened since I last wrote.
I commute to work via bike most days.

Biking has changed my life for the better. I love it.

Who do I think I am?
a bike commuter
now, to not know who you are, takes you through different turns.

You know, I'm sure that the question, "who do you think you are" implies that someone we are speaking of is someone they are not, and that they are acting like someone who is taking a privelege that they have not earned. Something like that.

an imposter.

Sometimes I feel like an imposter to my own life.

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