Today I spun by a mall again, this time with another friend. I found myself wondering--am I a chameleon? Really, what is my style, what is my personal identity?

I seem to blend my interests with another, constantly. I'm like the Soul Thief. I just don't feel like I really belong to myself.

If someone asked, "ID please!" I would roll out a list of people and things I know and have met.

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Today, someone told me it's okay if my identity is a whirlwind now, you will eventually discover it along the road without pressure.
It comes naturally.

It'd better.

When it does, I'll grasp it with both my hands and won't let go.

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