People identify with labels. I’m a mother, I’m a wife, I’m a dental hygienist. These are three I have used to describe myself in the past. All of them are viable and noble, but at my core, who am I?

I am independent from all other beings, whether related or not. The cosmos brought me here for a purpose. I know not what. My daily challenge is to ease through my day peacefully with others I come into contact with.

This being said, I have formed the opinion that of all the labels out there my least favorite is “Scapegoat.” I am not sure why this particular label sits so poorly with my entire matrix, but let me tell you . . . It is what I am no longer willing to be!