I just worked out why I've been out of sorts lately, why I've been questioning and wondering about what I'm doing, why I'm trying to get involved with the Pagan community around here.
I'm trying to do something I've always avoided, I'm looking to pin my colours to the mast, to stand up and be counted as a part of something. That's something I've avoided for a long time. I never wanted to have a label. I'm not comfortable standing up and saying "I am a..." whatever.
You see, I was forgetting the thing that defines me, that, in one way or another sets me truly apart from most people. I was reminded of it when I read a thread on the Paganbrum forum.
I'm happy with who, with what I am. I've come to terms with my faults, my hipocrisy and my contradictions. I'm comfortable in my soul. I like me.
So what am I? A dabbler. The Listener. An leader, an organiser and a doer. I cope, I achieve. I see good when all is bad. I'm calm in a crisis because I know it's within my capabilities. My greatest asset, the thing I'm most proud of, which led me to this point in my life, with so much to be proud of, when I've reached a balance inside myself, is my mind. It's mine and I choose to use it.
Those people I meet, those I will tell my thoughts, aims, goals and ambitions will give me labels. They may call me Hedgewitch, Novice, Dabbler, Pagan, Solitary, weirdo, timewaster. That's their choice. They decide to label me the way they see fit. It has no effect on the truth. The truth being that there is only one label that fits me, only one banner my colours are nailed to.
I am me.
