Defining yourself

I have always been a relatively confident person. Confident in my ability to get things accomplished, confident in my relationships with others. Lately I have found I am struggling with defining who I really am. It's in these moments of self doubt that I find confusion. Afterall it was only a few months ago that I thought my life was on a set course. I knew what direction I was headed and I thought I knew who I was. Now I am not so sure. This then, begs the question, are we ever REALLY sure? If we are constantly changing and growing and learning new things can we ever really be confident that the things we think and feel at any one particular time are WHO WE ARE? Doesn't that defy the very definition of getting older and wiser? If I know more 10 years from now and that leads me to make a different decision than I would have as a younger self then is that me, really? I bring this up because as I was sitting in a seminar this morning for work I realized I am undefinable. We all are. Some days I am the business professional in high heels, armed with a keen interest in marketing, advertising and the general corporate world. Others days I am a bleeding heart activist who works for free and wants flip flops on her feet at all times. Then there are days when I'm an athlete or a girly girl. There is the Tessa who demands respect and craves acceptance into a more adult world and there is the Tessa who wants nutured and loved and taken care of. There is sci-fi/fantasy loving Tessa and reality t.v. loving Tessa. And SOMEHOW all these personas manage to co-exist. It makes it hard though, to determine just what I want out of life. So maybe the answer is this: there is no one way. There is no one path to happiness. The best you can do it choose a path and embrace it. You can't live your life wondering if another path would have been better for you. If you think thats the case then get on a new path. So someday I suppose I will have to choose which girl I want to be, but for now I will have to be confident in the fact that I am many things and I am okay with still figuring things out. I am contented with my ambiguity.