Great performance by the @RedTrouserShow! #wbuskers (at Waterloo Buskers Festival)
Fun times checking out @dreamstatecir with Matt and Mel! #wbuskers (at Waterloo Buskers Festival)
The next time you see someone who is different than you, think about what their day may be like. Think about what part of their day you want to be.
Losing My Identity
Today I traded in my Illinois Driver’s License, along with $80.00 CAD, for an Ontario license.
Whether or not you know the system, you might be thinking:
Didn’t you move there 22 months ago?
If you do know the system, you know I was technically supposed to do that within 60 days of moving here. Which I realized last week when researching what I needed to take with me.
I know, I know, who cares?
Oddly enough, I do, and actually more than I would’ve thought.
Before I accepted the job I moved here for, I was probably the least patriotic person I knew. Once I signed those papers, the national anthem made me cry no matter how hard I resisted.
So today? Today was traumatic.
I don’t often talk about my current role, but I work with a network of health communities—largely focused around chronic health conditions. A very common issue across nearly all of our communities is the feeling of losing your identity in the midst of all the changes and disruption.
I’m not going to pretend I know how they feel from a pain perspective, tho my run-in with cysts gives me a bit of that as well, but from a loss in identity angle, I totally get it.
For the past two years I’ve been adamantly denying every accusation that I’m becoming Canadian—even with my Canadian friends who, for whatever reason, so strongly want to assimilate me into their nationality.
As odd as it sounds, giving up my license was relinquishing yet another piece of my identity, and, to be honest, it feels a bit out of control.