Multi-faceted Variability

I am a multi-faceted being. Some lives revolve around their children, or work, or cooking, or a band, or a sports team, or their dog. Mine revolves around all of those and more.


I am variable.


I have a lot of parts. I am part:


social worker
girlfriend
dog-mom
foodie
home-owner (by extension)
music lover
traveler
hippie
independent female
volunteer
aspiring cook
photographer


and writer.


That last one is important here. I love to write. I wrote my first stories in elementary school (one about a bank robber that left a pile of money for me to find, one about two mice that lived in a field), and haven’t put down a pen (or keyboard) since. 


As I began my social work career, I discovered how much I enjoyed reading and writing non-fiction. I enjoyed writing about real topics that people cared about, learned from, empathized with, and understood.


(I even enjoyed writing research papers)


When I discovered the blog world, it was like a thousand doors opened right there in front of my eyes. I couldn’t believe that I could write about anything and people (even just one or two) would read it!


(I still can’t believe it)


To be honest, I’m not entirely sure where I’m going with this blog entry. 


I’ve been desperate to write a book for the past ten years, but fiction just never felt right to me. I’m not overly creative, I don’t have stories rolling around in my head, and I don’t think I can create enigmatic characters.


But then there’s non-fiction. I think know I can write non-fiction. I also believe I can be am good at it. 


(Did you know that before I was a social worker, I was a budding journalist?)


There’s a reason I went into journalism as a major.


OK, here’s the point. 


Sometimes I feel that my multi-faceted variability inhibits my ability to write on any one topic.  


I feel like I’m not an expert on any one thing enough to write an entire book on the subject, and if I try and write about my many parts, it just sounds disjointed and all over the place.


But that’s me and my multi-faceted variability rearing it’s ugly, Medusa-like heads.


(This wasn’t written for sympathy or to toot my own horn. I just wanted to let out these thoughts, and what better place than my blog?)


So my question for you is: 


What parts make up your being? 


Tell me, readers. I need to know I’m not the only multi-faceted Medusa in the room.


Edit: while writing this very blog entry, I decided I’m just going to write about all my parts. I’m sorry, but you might be subjected to many, many “about me” -type pages. I’ll try and at least be interesting, and include photos (unlike this entry). 


Maybe in writing about my multi-faceted variability, I can find some cohesion.