The Quest for a New Me

“Sarah, you need a new blog bio.”

Somehow, the words surprised me. I’ve had my blog for almost three and a half years. I’ve used the same bio the entire time. Yet with all of the vast changes in my recent life, somehow, I never realized I needed to write a new bio for my blog. I quickly flipped back to the four-line bio and realized that three of the four lines were no longer true. I no longer work the same job or live in the same house or even practice some of the same hobbies.

How hard could this task be? Four lines.

Well, for me, it’s been five and a half weeks and just tonight, I pushed it back to next Monday on my planner.


Because I’m not sure who I am anymore.

For the first nineteen years of my life, when someone asked me who I was, I would say, “I’m Neal and Carolyn Salter’s daughter.” And then, for a couple of years, I was, “Owen’s girlfriend.” And then, for a few years, I was “a student at Methodist College.” And then, I was “an instructor at FTCC.” And finally, I was “the secretary and bookkeeper for the North Carolina Conference of the International Pentecostal Holiness Church.”

But I’m not sure I ever knew who I really was. What does any of that really mean?

I’ve always believed I was defined by where I lived, who I was attached to, or what my profession was. But is identity really any of those things? Or is it all of those things, plus others?

I’ll be honest—I’m having a really hard time finding my identity these days. And that’s really difficult to admit, when for so much of my life, I believed I had all of the answers. The truth is, the older I get and the more of the world I see, the more questions I have and the less answers.

I still don’t know what I’m going to do for a blog bio. Until I figure it out, at the bottom left hand corner of my home page will remain conspicuously naked.

While I figure it out, why don’t you tell me: How do YOU find YOUR identity?

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  1. I went through the same thing when I moved to Portland. I was frustrated because I was trying to find my identity. I left everything back in Salem. But it didn’t matter. I left it all back there because that was the old me, the stuck in a rut, unhappy, pissed off, crotchety dude. I have a new life here in Portland and I love it. The people I met here are so great and that one very special person that I share my life with is the best thing that happened to me. I wouldn’t change anything. So am I still trying to figure our who I am? Sure. Because it changes everyday. I’m still me but I am so much more.
    Major HUGS!!!!

  2. Sarah Salter says:

    Malcolm, I really didn’t move out here looking for a new identity. But in the moving process I’ve learned a lot of things about who I am, who I’m not, and misconceptions I had about myself. I’m also growing and stretching and changing. My life is expanding. And while it’s exciting, it’s also hard and scary and weird. And it’s very disconcerting that on April 13th (the last day at my old job), I felt that I knew exactly who I was, but suddenly, the next Monday morning, when I woke up unemployed, I suddenly had no idea who I was. Quite a wake-up call, that was… But I’m on my way to figuring it out. One day at a time…

  3. Mary Rarick says:

    You are still you, Sarah, no matter your location or occupation or relationship status. You are you and you don’t need to be anybody’s anything. You are you and that’s enough. It’s more than enough.

  4. Sarah Salter says:

    Mary, you make me smile! Thank you! 🙂

  5. Megan A says:

    Oh, I know the feeling! I’m a writer, a communications professional, a crazy-crunchy-hippie, a wife, a mother-to-be. And yet I’m never sure any of these adequatley communicate who I am. Because underneath all that, I’m a dreamer, perfectionist, insecure, scared, and often lazy. I guess it all depends on what you really want people to know about you?

  6. Sarah Salter says:

    Megan, I love that description of you! I don’t know you that well. But I love the picture you’ve colored here. 🙂 And YES, it all depends on what you choose to share. I want to be transparent, but not whiny. 🙂

  7. Mama Bear says:

    Little One–you are the besttest little white daisy there ever was! Drawl that out and you can hear me say it!! This blog is DEEP and in my retirement I was not in the habit of really having to get in touch with emotions and THINKING! I am trying to wake up from my most recent nap!!!!!! I love you!!MAMA

  8. Sarah Salter says:

    Mama, you make me smile! 🙂

    And you deserve those naps! Enjoy them!

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