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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