As most people do, I define myself through a series of
"I am" statements. I am a
woman, I am a wife, I am a daughter, I am a friend, I am a mother, I am a niece, I am a
granddaughter, I am an aunt, I am a cousin, I am a sister-in-law.
I am a church-going, God-seeking, mistake-making, "small b"
baptist. I am a Baylor Bear (Sic 'Em!), I am a Texan, I am a music lover and a
music maker, I am a "Keep It Weird" Austinite, I am a Social Worker,
I am a mentor. I am a household manager,
I am a short order cook, I am an amateur nurse, I am a teacher, I am a waitress, I am a minivan
momma, I am a referee, I am an administrative assistant, I am a shipping and
receiving clerk, I am a sometimes single momma bear. I am exhausted making a
list of all that I am. In short, I am lots
of things to lots of people. But in
reality, that's just all stuff "about" me. Who -am- I?
Maybe I'll figure that out, one post at a time.
