This was weighing heavy on my mind this morning and I felt compelled to get it out.
I preach about not judging others, accepting and loving everyone you encounter. You don’t have to agree with them, just accept, respect and love. How are we supposed to do this with so many labels on everyone? Why do we even have labels in the first place? Why can’t we just be?
With labels we are constantly judged and judge ourselves based on what the labels mean. I am a heterosexual. What if I found myself in love with a woman down the road? Would that then make me a lesbian? Would I be labeled bisexual? What is the point of that label? To make myself more comfortable or make others more comfortable?
I stay at home with my kids. What if I decided I wanted a job more than staying home with them? Would that make me a failure as a stay at home mom? Would that make me a working mom? Why am I not already a working mom? That’s the way it feels even though I am not in a traditional ‘go to the office’ job.
What is one of the first things you ask someone when you meet them? “What do you do?” Huh. Well, I like to write, play piano, take pictures, love my family, meditate, read. Psh, try saying this to someone and their response will likely be, “No, I mean what do you do for a living?” Or, in other words, what is your Label?
With labels, would you listen to me talk about equality? Or would you wonder what label it is that qualifies me for that? Would you listen as I rant about challenges for women in the workplace? Or would you search my website for some label that qualifies me for that? What about autism, mental illness, nutrition, sports or traveling the world? Would you wonder what label I have that qualifies me to discuss these topics?
I tell you what qualifies all of us. We are human. We have thoughts. We have feelings, dreams, aspirations, a desire to change the world for the better. That is our label. And, I think that is enough.