Boxes are bad. They make me uncomfortable and resistant. Why does there need to be four connected lines? It seems a bit too calculated to me. I am much more of a – or a …. type of gal. Me and Emily Dickinson could have been great friends. Wait, except that she stopped coming out of her house….
ANYWAY, stop getting me distracted. Or please continue. Today I can’t seem to make up my mind about that one.
I spent a lot of time thinking about what I am. It’s been making my head hurt. I really try to avoid labels, good and bad. They make the world into such a box….
But for the sake of solidarity, I step into the box and offer a few I am statements.
I am complex and I don’t need to apologize for that.
I am sincere and a safe place to land for friends and family.
I am an explorer who is continually one step away from getting sucked into another adventure.
I am collector of my kids kisses, achievements and bedtime stories.
I am continually all and nothing.
I am a balancer, a mediator, a magician.
I am an advocate for wonder and joy, grief and community.