Who Am I? Who, Who? Who, Who?

Who I am?  As I dig deeper and deeper into the earth that is social media, I can't tell you how many times I need to answer this question.  Who am I?  Well, who?  I've joined just about every social media outlet there is except for maybe for StachePassions.com and VampireFreaks.com.  I stick to the mainstream Facebook, Twitter and recently stumbled upon, Stumbleupon.  As you fellow addicts know they all want your basic data: name, email address and phone number.  Venture out there to the bazillion other sites, the information game gets trickier. 

I'm a mom blogger (no that is not the answer to the question, at least not entirely.)  I love connecting with other bloggers, moms and writers and their sites.  There are an abundance to choose from which is one the the great things about them.  I've had the pleasure of connecting with women like myself.  It's a comfort to know that we have so much in common; we can talk about kids, family, married life, food, menses, facial hair, Kim Kardashian all that great stuff.  I'm thankful for it.

I am a "sign up for the site" fanatic.  The more I join the better.  I love connecting, getting ideas and sharing blogs.  I have a blog that anyone can subscribe to.  As I get more creative and make it more interactive, hell maybe even a business, I'll have to devise a membership criteria much as the places I visit do.  Makes sense.  These sites don't want any Tom, Dick or Harry joining.  Neither would I.  I speak mainly of mom blog sharing sites.  Join if they'd like but I can't understand why a crocodile hunter or ice road trucker would be interested in issues like homeschooling, tantrums or kids leaving the next. 

So in addition to name, rank and serial number they want to know about You.  Me.  Tell us about You.  Who are you? Who, Who? Who, Who?  This is completely relevant information to require and I'm happy to provide it, sometimes in three sentences or less, sometimes I have to write a biographical essay.  Usually I stare at the question box, the cursor blinking, urging me to get on with it already.  I come up with a sparse description of who I am.  Something that goes like this:

"I am a married stay at home mom of three kids.  I blog about my life as such."   BORING!!!

On occasion I'm asked about my hobbies and interests.  Unfortunately for me, these questions come in their own respective boxes so I can't "pad" the WHO AM I section with my love for knitting, reading and extreme couponing. 

I know those few sentences can't possible define who I am.  Being the over analyzer I am though, I always feel the need to delve deep inside myself.  I want to be able to answer that question with more flourish and confidence.  I'm borderline ready to ask a professional writer to come up with something for me.  If you know anyone who writes those succinct, perfect biographies like the ones on book jackets let me know. 

All kidding aside, I am more than wife and mommy.  These are my most important roles but there must be more.   I long to provide my biography to someone, some media outlet some potential employer and wow them.  Grab their attention.  I want to reel them in.  I want to have them at hello!  I could come up with a real winner and add Olympic Diver or Nobel Peace Prize in Literature but I cannot tell a lie and I cannot claim to be George Washington's great, great, great great granddaughter either. 

So I need to answer The Who's burning question.  Believe it or not in crafting the idea for the blog in my mind. I think I've come up with they're and my question.  I am undefinable.  Everyone is.  It's just my opinion but as we grow older and experience more of the world we just add to our life's resumes.  This is true for me.  I am a mother, a wife, granddaughter and a daughter.  These in the physical sense.  I'm a memory for a lost friend or love.  I am a caregiver.  I am a worrier (even before I had children.)  I am a companion and a lover.  A friend.  I'm spiritual, an over thinker.  I take everything personally.  I'm the kind of person who mourns and cries for people and tragedy.  People I don't know.  I'm liberal, feminist.  I'm damned funny.  I will also nag you to the bring of tears.  I love a good debate (especially when it turns into a fight!)  These are my characteristics.

I've yet to become.  At the moment I'm paying jobless.  I'm not a grandmother yet.  I haven't experienced true, aching loss.  I haven't traveled enough or experienced my children going out on their own.  Eventually I will.  I hope I can be prepared.  I have yet to become a "professional" anything yet but I intend to.  I have a terrible habit of starting projects and then forgetting all about them.  I have to work on my attention span.

How do I put this into a 3inch by 3 inch box with an agitated, blinking cursor?  I don't think I can.  I am an encyclopedia that's ever evolving.  My story has yet to be finished.  I came close to an obituary on the 21st of December 2012 but so much for that.  As Carl Sandburg once said,

"It is necessary...for a man to go away by himself...to sit on a rock...and ask, 'Who am I, where have I been, and where am I going?"

I'm still sitting on that rock. 

So I will continue to join the multitude of networks afforded to me.  I really enjoy it.  It's a give and get back situation to me.  I'm hoping my efforts will continue to build friendship and help my career along.  So, If you happen upon my blog or stumble across me in the vast universe of social media.  Read this.  This is who I am....for now.  Stop by and tell me about you!  As for the little "Tell Us About Who You Are Box" this will have to suffice:

"I am still finding out who I am.  My roles are as a wife and mother; I am a caregiver, a comforter and my husband's love.  My purpose is to keep growing and learning.  You will get to know me through my writing as I will get to know myself.  I write what I live.  I ride through this world with my eyes and heart open.  I hurt, I love I laugh.  Come with me as I do and I will understand you too."

Not to shabby for 100 words or less!