Me.

I hardly think about myself. My attributes, my personality. What I like, what I don't like. I rarely share that with others. I shape my world around convenience, trying to be the most efficient and time saving person. Trying to be what I think I should be. Avoiding emotions and doubt and dishonesty. Trying to be logical and sensible and not just a girl. I want to be a woman. A strong woman with intellect, power, and a wonderful life. But Most of all: pride. I want to be proud of what I do.

The strangest part about all of this is that I feel like it changes too frequently to put it into absolutes. So everything I just said will change tomorrow. With one touch of my fiancee's hand I will forget everything else and melt into him. I will look at a baby and feel this passion for making one of my own. I will hear music so graceful and bittersweet that I will want to quit my job and just wright all day and night. One phone call from my dad will make me never want to leave here. There are endless possibilities to what you can be and who you can be. It's not your past that defines you or what you want to do. What defines you is what makes you happy even as contradictory as that can be. The paradox is you.