Life without labels

For the past couple of weeks I’ve been working more behind a desk than meeting clients. Usually it’s the other way around.

Lately I’m reading more books and watching fewer movies. Sometimes it flips.

Right now I’m spending more time writing and less time taking photos. At other times it’s the reverse.

That’s life. Stops and starts, twists and turns.

I catch myself wanting to put a label on who I am. “I’m a reader” or “I’m a movie buff”. As if one sentence could sum me up. Even if I only whisper it to myself.

Maybe it’s an identity thing. A (false) sense of stability, of knowing who you are and where you belong on this spinning little planet of ours.

But just as the Earth keeps spinning, so does life, with its ups and downs, full speed ahead and pauses. I try to remind myself of that whenever I start to cling too tightly to a label.

I will never be in full control. Neither will you. And maybe that’s what makes life interesting — the changes and the unexpected turns.

I don’t know… and that’s fine.