Who Am I? Really?

I have a confession to make. 


Ever since Miss Pink entered my world two years ago, I have grappled with my identity. Who am I? Mummy Debbie? Career Debbie? Wife Debbie? Gym Debbie? (actually that last one's a bit of a joke fantasy.. Gym Debbie never really gets much of a look-in. Walking-Outdoors Debbie is more my style). 


Has this happened to you? A significant life event has left you reeling from the changes it brings, and you try to grasp the scattered pieces of your life, of your self, and put them back into some sort of order?