I woke up this morning with this song from my youth stuck to my head. The song is an homage to Salvador Dali. I am not a huge fan of his art, but I like the song.
I do not quite know why, but I am feeling old and a little fuzzy around the edges this morning. I have been reflecting a lot lately on identity and how shifty it can be. I possess not one, but many identities, elements of which may or may not align to each other: family identity, cultural identity, professional identity, national identity even. The presence of my family brought out a dormant side of me and constant use of my native language. Now that they are gone, and as I prepare to get back to work next week, I see the shift back to my usual Houston-dwelling self.
I think we all have those interchangeable identities...and specific catalyists that bring them out into the light of day
ReplyDeleteI'm going through a bit of a 'Who Am I' crisis at the moment as my day to day identity battles with my philosophical/ideological identity. It's probably something that happens as we get older. I think I just want to have one identity, not many. You got me thinking with this post.....
ReplyDelete*sigh* I know what you mean...cultural, family, private...all having an internal battle to see which one should dominate, which is valid...Like Selma, you got me thinking...
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