My Big Black Bag

          My purse itself says nothing about me.  It is black, big, and has only one zipper to open it.   There are no pockets inside it to store things, so stuff just gets thrown in there.   It is essentially, a very boring and basic bag.  Once inside, that mundane existence fades away to a vast array of miscellaneous items that make up a portion of my identity. 

          Of course to find anything in the purse, you have to first sift through the Hodge Podge of papers stuffed in there,  ranging from church announcements to store receipts to candy wrappers and a ,lonely pink post it with a  random phone number on it that I do not remember writing down.  Once you have walked  down the paper trail, you find my little hand held Bible that is leather, worn out on the edges, and ready to fall apart, but still one of my most prized possessions.  Further in the mess, you find some love spell lotion, 5 chap sticks, 2 lip-glosses, and one bright pink comb, with a hair band wrapped around it.  There is some change thrown in there, a 20 dollar bill stuck under a few quarters, and my WIC check folder, with checks waiting to be cashed.  One lonesome green crayon, an old orange Binky, a yellow matchbox car, and a clear bouncy ball, are all additions from my son.  After pulling out some pink headphones, a bottle of pink nail polish, and my pink cased phone, you come to my pink wallet, which has just a few cards (my debit card, insurance cards, rewards cards, 3 empty Starbucks cards, and an EZ tipping card) and 2 forms of ID.  Could you figure out my whole identity from all that?  Definitely not. 

          If I was judged solely by what’s in my purse, People would get a general idea, but they wouldn’t get the full story.  You would assume I am cluttered and messy, but not that I enjoy spending my Saturdays cleaning my house from top to bottom, complete with rubber gloves and a surgeon’s mask.  You’d infer that I read my bible a lot, but you wouldn’t know that I been a Christian since I was 6 and that Jesus is a big part of my life.  The toys would tell you that I probably have kids, but not that I have a 2 year old son, with blond curly hair that gives the best drool kisses ever.  If I was judged solely by what’s in my purse, People would get a general idea, but they wouldn’t get the full story.  They wouldn’t know I’ve been married for almost 5 years, that I’m pregnant with our 2^nd child, and that I hate doing laundry.  They wouldn’t know that I have moved 11 times in my life, from CA to AK to WA, all while being separated from my dad and then my husband for months at a time.  I’m hardworking, adaptable, and a sensitive, shy person till you gets to know me.  People can’t know that from the empty Starbucks cards in my wallet.  They can assume but they would be missing out.