MJ has presented me with a challenge. She has invited me to write an autobiographical-of-sorts guest post that will give readers of my work some insight into who I am and how I grew to be this way. The challenge is two-fold. First, I am not at all sure myself of the answer to either question. Secondly, I recently asked this myself a few months ago on my own blog, so how do I address the subject without sounding repetitive?
If you read the post linked above, you will see it is written in a rather cynical tone. I admonish my readers to “fear the love bug” because it may bite. Yet, just the other day I wrote a post entitled “And Love Remains” which portrays me as a romantic and sentimental woman, rather than a cynic. Which picture is the true me? The answer, of course, is both. No, I don’t have multiple personality disorder (not that’s ever been diagnosed at least) but who doesn’t understand that we are all many layered in our personalities and experiences?
The Donahue side of me, like the young child/woman I was at the time, clings to the good that is out there, too. And there is so much of it: delicious food, and families, and people, and books— lots and lots of books that educate and inspire and encourage us to dream of more good that can be done in the world. As I write in my Donahue About Me page, the books that I read growing up were what inspired me to write myself.
Who am I as a person, MJ asked. The answer looks kind of messed up and confusing most of the time. Life’s highs and lows, contradictions, and sudden shifts have formed someone who can’t really answer that question, because I’m not “done” yet. I know who I was, I think I know who I’m becoming, but there is only one thing I can say with certainty. I wouldn’t be the woman who can now look at the darkness and deal with it if I hadn’t first been the woman who believed there is love and laughter and grace in the world.
Thanks, MJ, for this chance to explore the question.
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