Identity Crisis

Okay here is my first post. I have spent most of my time here on this planet being who I thought everyone else wanted me to be.  The AB student for a daughter, who helped out around the house(except for an extreme period of rebellion from 14 to 18), the ever attentive sister always being the one who called her sisters and was there for them no matter what, the best friend who was always there for everyone, the wife who was alwways attentive to her husband, and the mother who did do and still would do everything for her children. There was however one problem with this; somewhere along the way I became completely lost. My individuality was gone. Who am I? What do I like? What do I really want to do? What is my purpose here? I was everything to everbody else and a complete stranger to myself. I did not know who me as an individual really was, what I really liked and even what I wanted for the rest of my life here on planet Earth. Did I really like the color blue or did I like it because it pissed my parents off as a teen that I wore it all the time? Did I really like certain restaurants or was it that my husband and kids always liked them? I was seriously having an identity crisis. Then one day I decided to make a list of the words that seemed to define me. The list is as follows:
1) Child of God
2) Daughter
3) Sister
4) Friend
5) Wife
6) Lover
7) Mother
8) GrandMother
9) Blessed

As I wrote the last word on the list Blessed, I decided there and then that these words would no longer define me but that I would start to define them. Then of course I needed to always remember this so I had them tattooed in Chinese (after a lot of research) down my spine and surrounded by cherry blossoms.
This is when I decided also that life was not going to live me any longer, I was going to live it.
I am now persuing things that I am interested in and learning it is never to late to follow your dreams.