As a communication practitioner, semantics is very important for me. Choose the right or wrong word, and your world instantly diminishes or broadens. Take, for instance, the word “employee.” Once you start describing yourself as just an “employee” and repeatedly, your thoughts and actions subsequently assume everything an employee does: you sleep, get up, go to work, take a break, punch out from work, go home, make dinner, watch TV, go to bed, sleep. The cycle resumes the next day.
But we were born to be more than just an employee or a teacher or a homemaker or a (choose a label and put it here). I, for one, am also a daughter to God and my parents, a sister, a sister-in-law, an auntie, a godmother, a friend and confidant, a colleague, a mentor, a neighbor, a law-abiding citizen . . . ad infinitum.
Beneath this first layer, I’m also a letter writer, journal writer, DIY enthusiast (who has temporarily fallen off the wagon), book-lover, traveler, student, an on-and-off gym goer and yoga practitioner, a secret admirer of whimsical stuff (there, that’s out), and a dreamer who wishes she can visit Hawaii as often as she wants.
Humor aside, the point is once we de-limit ourselves – I’m more than just a communication practitioner – possibilities open up.