Does anyone else have trouble writing bios for themselves? I’ve resisted having a standard short biographical description for years, cobbling together whatever comes to mind at the last minute for speaking engagements, grant proposals, and “About Me” pages on group blogs. It’s so hard to know what to say, and what not to say.
Where is it relevant that I’ve had cancer? Where is it relevant that I have a Ph.D.? Where is it unacceptable to admit that I’m a mom, and I spend most of my time momming, and that I love those days the best? Then again, where is it acceptable to admit also that I love having good, productive work to do as well, and that I spend my “free time” doing space science research?
I suppose it’s just another casulty of this fractured life that so many of us lead. One part of us goes to work, another part of us nurtures and teaches our children, another part does the chores (while thinking about the first two parts, and how lucky they have it), and still another, if there is any left over, goes out to Book Club and fancy dinners out without the kids.
It’s amazing, really, how much we all manage to get done these days. But sometimes I wonder how best to integrate myself, my image of myself, and how much is worth keeping separate.
It’s relevant here, of course, because this blog was originally about my kids. Then it was about my cancer. Now I have a new venue for the hard-core cancer stuff (MothersWithCancer.com), and I am more free to use this site for the thinky essays that I enjoy composing and writing each day. It doesn’t all have to be about cancer.
I don’t have to be all about cancer.
But I’m still trying to figure out how best to sum up what really makes me “me.” (And quick. Cause BlogHer wants my speaker bio by tomorrow.)