I Am A Doohickey In A World Of What-cha-ma-call-its — Enfolded Labels define us
Beauty boxed into false frames
Call me doohickey Commentary This was a prompted piece, but it got me thinking about labels and how we sometimes are boxed in by them. When I accept a label for myself, I am giving others a lens to see me, but their lens is different than mine, and so misunderstandings can occur. But if I don’t use them, I have to explain who I am to everyone I meet. So, the middle road, perhaps, is to allow the labels but share with the curious/courageous ones who press in for more…