What am I?
Divine creature; black man in America; Capricorn with moon in Scorpio; lefty; husband; father; brother; friend; preacher; pastor; Bible expert; teacher; comedian; salesman; Detroiter; New Yorker; Los Angeleno; Morehouse man; Alpha Phi Alpha; returned peace corps volunteer; Union Seminary alum; Prince Hall Mason.
There are at least 5 more on the tip of my tongue, but you get the idea. In any given week, I juggle all those. They help to define me. They open doors for me and cause others to remain closed. They dictate my interests. I have chosen them, and they have chosen me. On the one hand, I need them.
On the other hand, it is always dangerous to limit your self-definition. I’m a Christian leader, for example, and as a result there are some things I don’t know and some places I can’t go. But I have to be the one to decide what those things and places are. Some Christian leaders choose not to study Buddhist thought or enjoy a fine cigar. Some do.
Think about all of your labels. Do you like them all? Are there more labels you’d like to add, more letters essentially? You can.
We all live this way, so we might as well take control of the process.