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Thursday, November 7, 2013

I Define Myself as a Wine Enthusiast

Definition (a definition - cute, right?) - noun (1) an explanation of the meaning of a word, phrase, etc.  (2) a statement that describes what something is  (3) a clear or perfect example of a person or a thing.

I can define a lot of words and concepts if asked.  I'm a super nerd like that sometimes.  You can probably describe a perfect example of a thing.  Dictionaries can define most things to the point that we accept them as factual.  What I'm having trouble doing is defining myself, and here's why:

My definition of self is consistently changing.  By the time I finish this blog, I will have something new and different by which I might define myself.  There are some things that I know are staunchly within the definition of me: daughter, sister, aunt, cousin, friend, human, female, caregiver, alive, average height.  Other words, however, may or may not have a place within my definition.

I'm educated but I don't think I've ever used that phrase to describe myself.  I have a way with words - or at least I assume that is why you choose to read what I have to say - but I'd never consider myself a writer.

I've always enjoying riding my bike, but I've never identified as a cyclist.  Until recently, I would never have considered myself "athletic;" though it'd be hard to deny that running 3-4 days a week, riding my bike 1-2 times a week and numerous mile-long walks anything other than that.  I can paint.  I actually paint quite well.  I also play piano and have dabbled in a number of other musical instruments, but I don't know if I'd call myself artistic or musical.

At work I maintain and manage envelopes and paper, but I've never ever used work as part of my definition.  I cook.  I cook often and I'm creative and inventive in the kitchen, but I'm no chef.  Four years ago the word "Floridian" would never have entered the definition... actually, it still doesn't.  I wonder if it ever will...

I'm sometimes empathetic (but hardly ever sympathetic.)  I'm chatty though sometimes introspective and reclusive.  I'm a planner who often plays it by ear.

And I change every minute of every. damn. day.  So is it even possible to define myself?  Is it worth trying?  I mean, in the end (which is hopefully a VERY long time off) my obituary won't describe my affinity for wine and reading humor columns or my ability to draw a hibiscus.  You won't read about my love-hate relationship with hot yoga or how I played kickball.  There will be no mention of the fact that I named my bicycle or how I wanted a real Beluga Whale for my 23rd birthday.  Future generations won't know that I want to live in a sea foam green home with white trim, black shutters and a wrap around porch or that I'm a genuinely happy person with an inexplicably high level of confidence.  No one will read that my family shaped me in a way that I can only hope I can carry on to my theoretical children, grandchildren, etc.

My obituary will state for you the staunch facts that always have, and always will, define me - unchanged: daughter, sister, aunt, cousin, friend, (maybe one day wife, mother, grandmother,) human, female, caregiver, average height and (by the time it runs in the newspaper if newspapers still exist at that time) deceased.



  1. I define myself as everything. The be all end all of my own existence :)

  2. Not to miss the point of your entry, but you should check out and Why Club W is cool is pretty self-explanatory. As for Wine Library, it has good prices and makes it pretty easy to find the best of the more affordable wines. For example:


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