I'm just me

I was challenged recently by a friend at work to define who I am. What makes me, me? I've been pondering this topic for a while and think maybe I'll give a try...right after I put the laundry in the dryer.

Like any structure its made of little pieces that together make a whole. Like the cells in the human body they all work according to how God make them to and together the perfectness of the human body is amazing. Likewise lots of little pieces come together to make me, who I am. The whole is better than its pieces individually.

First I'm a sinner, no doubt about that I screw up every day. I try my best to like as though Christ wants me to, but I fall short no matter how hard I try. I lose my temper, I gossip, I get irritated at my husband at other drivers. Each day is a new experience in this adventure called life that I'm able to experience Christ's grace, mercy, peace, love and forgiveness. Thru that grace I'm forgiven. Amen.

I'm a wife, a sister, a daughter, a grand daughter, a sister in law, daughter in law, a niece, a cousin, a radiographer, and to many a friend. This is who I am to others.

Who am I to me? Makes me think of my personality. I'm a control freak, type A defined. Certain things I have to have my way and some things I'm okay not going my way. I'm trying to relax and realize and put into practice not exactly having everything my way. I know my likes and dislikes. I'm a little bit gospel, a lot country, and some rock and roll thrown together.

I like my jeans, t-shirts, flip flops or tennis shoes. Every so often its nice to get dressed up. I like going out to the bar and staying in watching TV. I like the quiet and openness of the country and the convinence of the city. I'm a walking contradiction.

I like to think of myself in the computer term of, WSIWYG. What you see is what you get. I know my emotions are pretty readable on my face and those close to me can tell when I'm upset or something is wrong. I talk way too much. I need to learn to be quiet more often. I need to go for more walks and eat more veggies. But there is more to me than what you see.


I may not know entirely who I am and I may never know that. But I'm okay with that. I think this is one thing I okay to not totally able to figure out. Overall. I'm just me.

One last thing Detroit Baseball is the best.
The end.