Let me introduce myself…
I am a human. I was born 46 years ago, a bundle of male joy…
who am I?
Well, others would say I am
- An outdoor skills specialist, with a BA and Honors
- A father, son, husband, lover, partner, wife?
- An SEO, content developer, writer
- A Gender Transformer (coined by my son)
- A mechanic who builds cars
- A woodworker, sewer, artist, designer, fabricator
- A sailor, kayaker, teacher, friend
Who am I then? – am I defined by what I do, what I have done, where I am going? Am I defined by my family, coworkers, friends, strangers? Am I defined by my sex, gender, age, thoughts, experiences, struggles, dreams, wishes, desires?
I am all of these things, labels, identities – and none of them truly states who I am.
Who am I? How do I define myself? The primary definition is that I am me. I am a journeyer. I am singularly driven by The Journey. Life, for me, in every facet is about the Journey; not about the destination.
On this journey, I have owned and lived in houses; and lived in old school buses, cabins and tents. I lived in an ex-commune that still functioned as one. I have been married and divorced (more than once); I was adopted and have given a child up for adoption. I have wept and buried grandparents, parents and friends. I have sailed halfway around the planet, stood on the tops of mountains and some of the lowest places on the earth. I have been in the deserts and the Arctic; climbed Mayan pyramids, walked Scottish castles, spelunked and flown aircraft. I have been many things, to many people, at different times – all of which were boxes made of paper. To really know me is to accept that life is a journey, to be shared.
I am a Journeyer.