Mistaken Identity

‘Mistaken Identity’ is the writing prompt of the day.

A friend posted a photo of us from back in the 1970s. In looking at it, I realized I have lived a life of mistaken identity. And not only lived it, but worked at making it a reality.

Once there was a writer in a cabin.

Once there was a writer in a cabin.

Have you ever done that? Had such a strong inner vision of something that the reality ceased to exist? Or that you never knew there was an alternate reality, maybe a reality you wouldn’t have believed in, or still don’t believe in?

Once there was a writer who hiked.

Once there was a writer who hiked.

Do you look into your past and wonder at the things you knew were true, only to now realize that truth was something you created?

Or do you look back into your past and realize that truth can be pulled forth and carefully molded, fine-tuned into exactly the reality you want to carry along on the road of life?

No writer ever did this. Nope. Nosiree bub...

No writer ever did this. Nope. Nosiree bub…

Maybe what we envision as self now, will some day prove to be yet another case of mistaken identity. Is that what personal growth is? Or is just that we continue to fool ourselves in new ways?

It’s possible I’ve been mistaken about my identity for all these years. But what is more likely is that there’s never been mistakes, just changes.

And now I challenge you to the writing prompt. What does ‘mistaken identity’ mean to you?

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5 thoughts on “Mistaken Identity

  1. Mistaken Identity:  Oh my I have done no serious writing for a good while.  My key board is cob web and dusty!  So I think it is good that your prompt prompted me to write.  I think that the outer wrappings of my identities have been slipped on and off changing for the occasion for much of my life.  I am not just talking the mommy, gramma, teacher, friend business, but who I fool myself that I am.  Over time I can change those identities like changing my socks.  I have also found my way to my core.  That identity was with me at birth and who I always have been.  Even when I believed I was no one the core has been there.  Sometimes a glowing ember, sometimes a roaring blaze, but always there to warm me and anyone who will stand close enough to be warmed by my spirit,that I am. I love you Lisa! Thank you for sharing.  JaniLOVE, LIGHT, BLESSINGS, JOY, PEACE and all good thoughts are sent with this message  Puma With Wings From: Lisa Stowe – The Story River Blog To: sillybird1952@yahoo.com Sent: Thursday, October 22, 2015 9:14 PM Subject: [New post] Mistaken Identity #yiv1146413517 a:hover {color:red;}#yiv1146413517 a {text-decoration:none;color:#0088cc;}#yiv1146413517 a.yiv1146413517primaryactionlink:link, #yiv1146413517 a.yiv1146413517primaryactionlink:visited {background-color:#2585B2;color:#fff;}#yiv1146413517 a.yiv1146413517primaryactionlink:hover, #yiv1146413517 a.yiv1146413517primaryactionlink:active {background-color:#11729E;color:#fff;}#yiv1146413517 WordPress.com | Lisa posted: “‘Mistaken Identity’ is the writing prompt of the day. A friend posted a photo of us from back in the 1970s. In looking at it, I realized I have lived a life of mistaken identity. And not only lived it, but worked at making it a reality. Have y” | |

    • I absolutely love this response. I know what you mean about the difference between ‘labels’ like we’ve talked about before (mom, sister, etc.) and that inner core of identity. Sometimes I think it is not just fooling ourselves, but falling into a dangerous trap of reflecting who we think others want us to be and then failing to realize that is not the truth. I’ve been so very lucky that no one has ever expected me to be other than I am. My problem is not recognizing that inner core that you mention and maybe judging the inner by the outer.

  2. When there was no reply on my email i thought maybe i did not respond to your prompt. I am glad i did. I shared about my response at the Friday evening meeting. It was good discussion there.

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