Who am I? This is the question we all ask ourselves at one point or another. Having spent the better part of 30-something years trying to answer this question, I can confidently say that I am who I am, and I will make no apologies for myself. I have my good traits and my bad, and I try to find a balance between the two.
Like anyone else, I go by different monikers. On any given day, I alternate between mother, fiancée, English instructor, and sarcastic customer on the line with a script-reading phone representative. In any of these roles, I can go from pleasant to pissed off in under sixty seconds, but I try to maintain a constant speed. A steady flow of coffee and Merlot helps keep my engine running.
Life is often a tug-of-war I am playing with myself. Sometimes I win, and sometimes I lose. Many times I find myself to be a walking contradiction. Case in point: I will scream at the sight of a dead cricket in the sink on the same day that I smash a spider with my bare hand as it scuttles across the floor. And despite being both a procrastinator and a perfectionist, I somehow managed to earn a graduate degree.
Though I try not to live by clichés, I have heard it said that life is what you make of it. If you are given lemons, make lemonade. What will I make of life? Only time will tell, but I’m leaning toward 85% extra dark chocolate — richly bitter, with the right hint of sweetness.