A Glimpse of a Person.

I'm awkward. Really. Frigging. Awkward. 

In my own skin, and around people. And it's odd, I know. 

But I stand behind that awkwardness because it makes me who I am.

I'm clumsy. Oh, so very clumsy.

I trip over shit that doesn't exist and I talk too much when I'm nervous. 

But so what. So did Bridget Jones.

and I stand behind it because it makes people laugh. Makes me laugh even. 

And laughter can inspire creativity. 

I paint.

I write. 

and I can play Yankee Doodle on the guitar. Sort of. 

And although I may not be a genius at any of it, 

and can offend others with the content, 

I stand behind my creativity because it's moving me forward.

I'm a doer. Everything is possible. 

And I'm passionate. When I feel something I do so intensely. Like love.

For better or for worse.

And I stand behind all of it because

The awkwardness, 

The lack of grace, 

The creativity and intensity… 

All indicate that I am alive, and surviving. 

Like everyone else, I'm just living life.

Perhaps even successfully.

That's my response to those who question who I am. Or question the "why's" of me. Why I say stupid things when I'm nervous. Why I apologize all the time (I even apologize to chairs when I run into them). Why I'm hard on myself. Why I don't own a toaster or a microwave (you would not believe how often this is questioned).

But then I think, why should I explain myself? I mean, those kind of things are just a part of stuff. Side affects. 

I realize the above doesn't explain why I don't have a toaster or a microwave. But it should give you an idea of who I am.