Existential Introspection: A deep dive into the well put together mess that is me.

Whenever I’m posed with the question “who are you?” it makes me smile. Partly because I have no idea what to say but also because it makes me think. I like things that make me think, especially when its challenging. And I can say with confidence nothing challenges me more than myself.

So, who am I? Driven, most definitely, but with a splash of self-doubt. Not too much though, just enough to keep things interesting. I consider myself a self-loved comedian. In other words, I’m not that funny but I laugh the hardest at my own jokes. I’m patient when I have the time, calm when I shouldn’t be and loud in places that call for me to be quiet. I love hard but only if I feel like it, cry sometimes because I have nothing else to do and the scenarios I make up in my mind are Pulitzer worthy.

Ironically, one of my passions Is volunteering yet I give very little back to myself but we’re working on it. I’m stubborn. That’s it. There’s no cute analogy to go along with it. My thoughts often wander yet I’m very focused. I hate food that’s been in the fridge, but I don’t like it hot either. My two favorite colors are black and yellow. Yup, can’t decide if I’m going to be little Ms. Sunshine or the devil that wears Prada.

In other words, I’m a mess. That’s okay. I like myself exactly the way I am. Flaws are meant to be embraced, not judged. We tend to get so hung up on perfection that we forget our quirks are the things that make us unique. I’m not perfect. I’ve just gotten great of appearing put together by mistake.