For some reason today I cannot stop thinking about labels. Everyone has them (good or bad) and everyone labels other people (good or bad).
Some of my labels are clear:
- Child of God
Some of my other labels aren’t so cut and dry:
Then there are the labels that I could do without:
- Endometriosis Sufferer
But there is also those labels that I so desperately hope to have:
I guess our lives are nothing but a series of labels, both ones we attach to ourselves and ones given to us, and as we go through our journey we just have to deal with the labels as they come.