Who am I? Short answer...
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The most difficult question I ever have to answer in an interview is “Tell us about yourself.” It’s not technically a question but it points to one...
Who are you and what do you want us to know about you?
Cue existential crisis.
I trip on it every time. Because it lives at the core of my overthinking brain like an ocean...
Encompassing every experience, confusion, truth, and metaphysical reality about my life.
All the audience really wants to know is what I do... something interesting about me. And if I don’t have something written in front of me, I fall into the ocean...
I’m no one, really. Besides belonging to Christ, I live insignificantly with my exceptional husband and our children. Some are adults and some still eat soap if it smells good. And I do a lot of dishes.
My left shoulder is higher than the right from hoisting children for 23 years. My left hip is also off because it has been a baby seat for that same time...
Until now. It’s been 6 years since I’ve been pregnant. Things are different. Who am I? Is that what you asked? Well...
Good question. I’m changing. I think I’m getting smaller. I matter less which frees me to do more. I wish I had been 44 when I was 20... I would have wasted less of what was given to me. Maybe.
I write a little. Do this and that. I don’t know. I have some papers and accomplishments and every time I earn one, I have a moment of clarity...
That it doesn’t matter much. And I’d better go catch up on the dishes.
Who am I? Good good question. The full answer can be found in the heart of Jesus Christ. And the goal of my life should ideally be seeking His heart... which is where I will find myself.
But that’s tough to fit into the intro of an interview. I’d better write something else down. 🌸