Identity

I feel like for so long my identity has been based on what I do.

I'm a student.  I go to school.
I work at Campus Accommodations.  I process petitions and listen to angry callers.
I am the secretary to the Relief Society presidency in my ward.  I take roll and send in reports.

What happens when these pieces of my identity are taken away?  This summer I may very well be unemployed, calling-less and class-less.  It's terrifying.  But I guess it's time for me to find my identity in my inner self.  It's time to refine talents and read and be a better person.  Just because I will be without titles does not mean that I am any less of a human being or an individual. 

So, here's to finally finishing Anna Karenina.  For making bread.  For gardening.  For sun bathing.  And for figuring out where to go from here.