But, who am I??

I recently turned 25, but no – I’m not having my quarter life crisis. When I stop to think about it…I’ve really never known who I am.

I think the underlying reason is that I don’t have a “thing,” you know?  Let’s think back to elementary school – that’s when kids started defining themselves into groups based on their interests and hobbies. We all knew who loved what – a fact hasn’t changed in adulthood! People still define themselves as dog-lovers, football fanatics, bookworms, etc. I have just never found something I truly love that much. Have I just not come across my passion yet? Maybe I don’t have one. I’ve always struggled with picking favorites in any category. It’s not so much that I’m indecisive, but rather that I don’t see the necessity in choosing one color over the other when they’re all so pretty!

Now, don’t get me wrong – I certainly have interests! I’m not some boring girl who sits around doing nothing. But I don’t have any hobbies. Throughout college I told myself (and others, as if I had to explain my reasoning!) that I just didn’t have time for hobbies & that I had to focus on school and work. After graduation, I threw myself into a really stressful job and I was also dealing with some health issues – so, again, no time (or energy) for hobbies. Then, I went back to grad school WHILE planning a wedding and working full time! The wedding became my hobby in a sense. Being engaged was my identity and planning the wedding was what I did for fun. Now I’ve been married for 6 months and I graduate with my Masters degree in a few months, so I’m beginning to feel a little lost again.

But why can’t I just be me? Why do we feel the need to define our identities??  

For those of you who DO have those things they can cling to and identify with, I admire you! I don’t want you to think this post is in any way meant to tear you down. Everyone should embrace the things they truly love and enjoy. My point is this: if I don’t have anything I feel particularly passionate about, I shouldn’t be made to feel like I am missing out! I’m happy with my life how it is and I don’t need a hobby to define myself.