Define me

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Today, i registered on a very interesting website - http://www.kalamwali.com/, where you get to share stories, experiences and articles with thousands of other women.
To write a story here, you need to create a profile and to create a profile you need to send in a bio.
A biography, a little article describing yourself, a little tidbit of information which when faced with the blank box seems to evoke such contradictory emotions in me.
The blank white box with the rectangular black border glares at me, daring me to try and fit my 36 years of wisdom(!)in the little space that it provides. Little does it know how much the blank space intimidates me. Not because it is so compact, but because it is so blank. The blankness gives it an illusion of space, unlimited space waiting for me to start sharing my life, demanding me to reveal all my inner thoughts, dreams and demons, urging me to expose my weaknesses and glorify my strengths. Waiting for me to fill the space with all pomp and show that it thinks my life is.
I start to write, and i cannot. Not a single word.
How do you describe yourself? Do you start with your schooling and likes and dislikes? Do you enumerate your educational or professional achievements?
Do you start with your career, or your hobbies or your family?
What make you, you?
I thought long and hard. If someone from the outside were to look into my life right now, at this very frenzied moment in time and space what would they think of me? Would they see the crazy woman who looks high on dope speeding across the factory departments trying to meet every topline and bottomline that is set? Would they see the frantic person trying to accomplish 1001 tasks in a ever shortening work day to go home with some sort of sense of a job well done? Would they see the mother whose very being rests on the happiness of her daughter or the guilty mother holding her child's hand at night wondering if she is spending enough time with her? Would they see the woman made happy by the light of respect and love showered on her by her husband or the sad woman who misses her husband every day, second guessing her choice of a long distance relationship? Would they see the woman made strong by her parents, or would they see the 36 year old who still needs to call her dad to fix the inverter or the pump?  Would they see a woman made independent by her inspirational mother, or the woman who needs to talk to her mother every single day?
It is so difficult to define ourselves, because we are full of contradictions. We cannot be conveniently put in a category, yet it feels like our joys, struggles and experiences are universal. We are so different, yet so same in so many ways.
Then what does define us?
This is what i finally wrote on the site under the heading "bio" -

"I am a second generation entrepreneur of a manufacturing set up in Aurangabad, mother to a feisty 6 year old, wife to a calm 36 year old, sister to an amazing social entrepreneur and daughter to the world's greatest parents.
I love my job, i love reading varied genres - classical literature to free eBooks on amazon kindle and i love cooking, baking and traveling."

What then defines us is not us, but the people around us. The people who care about us, what we mean to these people and how incomplete our definition would be without them. What defines us is what we love doing, not what makes us money. We hear so many times to never let people's opinions define us. Whoever said this was obviously being judged by the wrong people.

I am lucky to be defined by people, my people.