A conversation came up this week about this topic. Not just ‘Who am I?’ but who is anyone? I have to say I was stumped to come up with an answer! Of course I’m Val Robus but Val was the name I was given and Robus is the name I married into. So who am I?
I could say a photographer or a writer but aren’t those things that I’ve learnt along the way? I could say I’m a wife and a mum but again that doesn’t really answer the question. Perhaps it should be more of who do I think I am. When I strip away the mask and layers and look beneath the surface what do I see?
I like to think I’m kind and caring. I think I’m vulnerable and insecure. At times I think I’m opinionated and other times I think I’m quiet. I like to think I’m dependable and strong for other people but quite weak when it comes to me. I think I’m generous and adventurous.
I can’t really think of anything else, mind you that’s not too bad for a start considering that earlier this year I wouldn’t have been able to write anything positive. So who are you?
My mid-life crisis is rumbling on. I’ve decided it is a mid-life crisis. Lately my hair is really getting on my nerves, you might have read earlier in the week that I tried bleaching it with domestos – it didn’t work. I tried bleaching part of it again this weekend, this time with hair bleach. I’ve always wanted blue streaks so I had to lighten part of my hair for the blue to take. The blue, in fact, turned out to be purple. My hair did lighten (a bit) but with the ‘blue’ on top it had hints of green, ginger and purple.
So there I was again back at my hair with a purple hair colour….it doesn’t look any different…arrgh! Except I didn’t scrub my scalp enough so it now looks like a giant purple bird has crapped on my head. I’m now tempted to shave all my hair off – Britney Spears eat your heart out.
To make up for the lack of blue hair I have painted my nails bright blue – at least my nails do what they are meant to even if my hair doesn’t!