i·den·ti·ty

I used to say I am 100% Korean, 50% Irish, and 50% Czech with a sarcastic joking smile… But the truth is, I never felt I fully belonged in any of these “boxes.” Growing up I was culturally confused—as a child, I was oblivious, as a teen desperately trying to ward off any of these labels. So many options, yet none seemed to fit…

I think identity is an interesting word. When looking it up, the definition itself left me confused. But then I came across this version in psychology today and it helped me understand my own identity a little bit better.
We are a sum of all of our memories, experiences, the people in our lives (relationships – good and bad), and the values we hold onto… But I also think we are the sum of our parent’s parts as well… adopted or not… I believe e wshould keep growing and keep understanding ourselves, to help us understand others and our children. And I shouldn’t shut out the things in my life (good or bad) that made me who I am today… Maybe I should work on accepting it and healing and be mindful of the generations after me…

I’m at a point in my life, where I’m trying my best to listen and understand ideas and people that I may normally not “identify” with. We tend to latch onto sameness, and shut out those that are out of our comfortable box. But it seems like that creates so much more division and keeps our mind closed for growth. Why can’t we just love a person and love ourselves in spite of the broken pieces that made us who we are? And perhaps, be there for those who are in the midst of searching, so they don’t feel alone in who they are becoming… Maybe despite all our different memories, different experiences, different relationships, different values, and beliefs—our different identities—we can share in the simple fact that we all are human…


Gal 6:9-10

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