Inside my little brown satchel, I take out my wallet. My wallet was a gift from my sister, she got it in New York when she traveled their on a fashion internship last year. The wallet is about six inches by three inches, it is black with "C's" all over it, it is a knock off of a Coach wallet. It actually looks real, except for the broken button snap on the inside. Oh well, I don't mind very much what my wallet looks like. A wallet is a wallet, as long as it holds all of my things and isn't hideous, I like it.
The first thing that falls out of my wallet is a crumpled up piece of yellow paper. I opened it up to find that it was just another on of my "To-Do" lists; it consisted of some of my basic necessities I needed to purchase. This pretty much sums up how overly organized I can become. I never want to forget anything; so you can find "To-Do" lists or "To-Buy" lists on my mirror, white board, journal, phone, desk, sticky notes, computer, and even crumpled up pieces of paper. Making lists is very useful to me and helps achieve my need to be organized. Another item that shows the organizational side to my identity is my pile of receipts. I keep ALL of my receipts so I can keep track of how much money I spend, or if I need to make a return or exchange. I think everyone should keep their receipts, it is very helpful for budgeting your money. Speaking of money, I have a total of $18.56 in my wallet, and to my name. This goes to show the "broke" side to my identity. The lack of money is explained by how I am a sixteen year-old girl, a junior in high school, also doing running start, actively involved in church and sports, paying for gas, with no job. I'm a busy girl, but thankfully I have supporting parents who help me out by providing opportunities for me to earn some cash. This whole being a poor teenager thing, isn't working out for me too much. I'd like to spend money on more than just gas. This explains why I have a pile of job applications on my desk right now... The rest of my wallet is pretty basic and simple, like me. I have my driver's license, my ASB card for high school, my health insurance card, and a Starbucks gift card, nothing too special. To touch on the insurance card, this goes to show the part of my identity where I like to be prepared for any and all situations. One of my key's to life is: be ready for anything and everything. You can never be too prepared. In my (little) purse I have some allergy medicine, nail polish, a pen, another list, a digital camera, and Chapstick. The explanation of these items goes along the same line of always being prepared.
If someone were to construct my identity based on my wallet a purse, I think they’d mostly get the wrong idea. By looking through my purse and wallet, one might say that I am simple, boring, organized, prepared, a light packer, and someone with no life whatsoever. Although I believe I am simple, organized, and well-prepared, I also believe I am NOT boring, a light packer, and without a life. In fact, I have a very high spirited personality- I enjoy humor, fun activities, hanging out with friends, socializing, and I try to live life to the fullest. When it comes to packing a bag, I am definitely one of those people who over packs. My purse is a misrepresentation of this because I recently switched from a suitcase sized bag with everything on the Earth in it, to this tiny, over the shoulder, bag. I have a life; actually, I am a very busy person with very little extra time on my hands. I enjoy being busy, because I love to be involved and stay in touch with my friends and family. I hope the person would think that I have good fashion sense because this type of purse is very much in style nowadays, and I like it a lot and have received numerous compliments on it.
If people perceived my identity by just merely looking through my wallet and purse, they would miss out on a lot. They would miss out on my identity that shows a hardworking, systematic, cautious, sincere, and reserved person. The part of my identity that is formed by my busyness and list of commitments. I believe my identity has been formed by past experiences, memories, likes and dislikes, friends, family, hobbies, interests, education, and responsibilities. Ultimately, my identity is represented through everything, from my biggest mistakes to the people I hang out with, and everything in-between. How I perceive my own identity really comes down to who I think I am? This is a question I ask myself every day, and I tend to have more questions than answers as a result.
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