A question to ponder.

I went to pick out stationary the other day, and as I stood there I was overwhelmed by the amount of choices I had before me. All sorts of cards; some cards with colors on them, some with flowers, others with funky designs, and yet still more covered with animals and words. What one fit me best? I wanted the person who received the card to know that one was definitely from me. I wanted them to know that I had chosen that card for a reason. And as I stood in the middle of this aisle with people all around me I began to wonder who I was as a person. What do people see when they look at me? Do they first see the crazy red hair (that unwillingly to me is turning a little brown. I am terrified of this by the way.) or my smile, or do they just see a young woman with love handles she is trying to cover. I was interrupted in my thought process by an older man who simply said excuse me, but that’s all it took to snap me back into the store and into the cards. As the man walked away I wondered what card he would choose and as my eyes began to dodge the racks in front of me and follow him, something caught my eye. It was a feather, those seem to be very popular at the moment, and the feather sent me soaring into my thoughts again. Who am I? Where do I want to soar to? Yet again I was interrupted, this time by a young woman, probably my age, and I thought what does she see? Where do her eyes drift in this store? Is it to the section with beautiful papers and ribbons, or the cute Portland clothes and bags, or better yet is it to the organic book section? I found that in that instant I wanted to run out of the store and find myself. I wanted to survey every person I knew and ask them what they thought of me. Do we determine who we are by others standards or is it that we truly find the things we alone find fascinating and those determine who we are?