Intertwined Identities

With every curl of her green tresses, she is able to tumble into a different identity, one that holds a different persona and face. Yesterday, she was a 8th grade teacher in Ireland, smiling as she taught her students math through a video camera.

But, today, she is a baker at her favorite bakery in San Francisco. It baffles her still that she is able to dive into her new character daily and effortlessly; without the struggle of a lack in knowledge of both the technical and practical. Imposter syndrome conquered, she thought to herself quietly. The day is still bright as she opened the windows to allow the scent of freshly baked bread infuse into the city.

Soon, the bakery is filled with customers. Most, she could oddly tell, were regulars as they know where their favorite pastries and bread are located. Some children are itching to sample some blueberry croissonts, only to be gently reprimanded by their parents. A particular young couple, their shared looks of longing clearly reflecting their blossoming love for each other, are picking their breakfast with careful consideration.

Oh, how she wish to have a man look at her as if she were his whole world. If only she could cling on to one body, one persona, and one face. But she would have to give up the freedom she once sought--to be in a different place each day and to be experiencing myriads of emotions. However, one specific feeling does not seem to flatter: the feeling of loneliness and being forgotten by this world with every shut eye. It was an inevitable price she had to pay as she ventures through each curled tresses, discovering the intertwined identities that she hopes she could one day combine.