How do we define ourselves? By what we are not? By what we have accomplished? By what we do? Or, for my generation, by the “almighty profile.”
Perhaps I used to define myself as an idea. I liked how “Lawyer” sounded. The suggestion of a lifestyle, a perception of intellect (although there are a lot of jokes with Lawyers in them.)
Then, one day you wake-up and can’t be defined by any conventional terms or situations. On this one day I am 25 and have Parkinson’s. This day I was able to start my journey to find out who I am.This blog is my song.