I didn't make the best grades.  I wasn't always the smartest.  I didn't finish college.  I don't have a fancy degree or job title.  I've done nothing spectacular with my life. I am average.

But.

I would never hurt an animal.  I treat all of my furry friends and slimy fish friends with respect.  I am the type of person who would spend seven days trying to rescue day old bunnies even though I knew I would fail, because I couldn't not try.

I love children.  All children.  The notion that there are children out there starving, being hurt, not being loved hurts me to my core.

I would do anything for my friends.  They have been there for me so many times that I owe them my life.  

I give everyone a second chance, and sometimes a third.

I help people even when I should be competing against them.

I remember every teachers name I've ever had because while I wasn't always the best student I respected what they were doing.

I see the art and beauty in books.  I read them.  I drink them in.  I treat them with respect.  

I aspire to be big someday.  To do something amazing and noteworthy.

I aspire to have a degree in something that truly means something to my soul.

I step on spiders.  I'm sorry but I'm not that perfect.

I try and smile at strangers.

I donate as often as I can.

I give money to people on the streets.

I try and hear other peoples stories because I never know what they are going to teach me.

I can't lose weight.

I hate a million things about myself.

I don't always work as hard as I can.

I sometimes yell at my kids.

My dog drives me insane.

I don't like to be touched.

I don't know how to comfort people when I should.

I shut down easily.

I don't hug.

I think teachers are the most amazing people ever and I try my hardest to help them out.

I have the utmost respect for nurses.

I wish I could be a veterinarian.

I don't eat meat but I treat it with respect when I cook it.

I love my kids fiercely.

I would move mountains for my husband.

I enjoy the simple things in life.

I don't run enough.

I don't walk my dog enough.

I read to my kids as much as I can.

I cry when I send them to time out.

I want to give them the world.

I recycle vigilantly and get angry at people who don't.

I rescue critters often.

I don't trust people enough.

But I trust people too much.

I do my best.

It's not enough.

But it is better then some.

I judge people.

I accept people.

I color inside the lines ALWAYS.

I build a mean Lego house.

My husband builds a radder Lego house and I get jealous of that.

I'm guilty of all of the seven sins.

I'm in love with a vampire.

I'm afraid of the dark.

I live in a concrete castle.

But I wear my heart on my sleeve.

I cry to easy. 

But I cry at all the wrong times.

No matter how lonely my husband is in Reno I selfishly will never leave.

I would love to experience living in another city (Oregon anyone).

I'm not brave enough to ever leave.

My children drive me insane.

I'm bored to death without them.

I know exactly who I want to be.

But I have no idea who I really am.

Does anyone?

Do you?

Do you know exactly who you are?