Who Am I?

Two short pieces of self-reflection

{Photo by Jessica Felicio on Unsplash}

More Than One Woman

I am more than one woman.

I am the polite and patient smile.

I am the rage and the fury.

I am the rule-follower.

I am the revolutionary.

I am not going to rock the boat.

I am going to tear it all down.

I love.

I hate.

I’m perfectly calm.

I’m afraid.

I’m heartbroken and discouraged.

I am never giving up.

Who Am I?

Who am I? I am a contradiction. I can be a quiet and solitary place — a space for sacred solitude and contemplation — an abbey. But I am also the wind, the strong gale that you would be wise to respect. I can summon destructive force. I can blow you away. I am both the eye and the storm — both the temperate and the temper.

I am the kind of woman who sometimes still feels like a girl, for better or worse. I am an eclectic mix of conceit and insecurity. I simultaneously want to speak up and yet not stand out — to be both wildly hailed and anonymous.