Who Am I?

Who am I?

That is an interesting question.  There are a lot of labels that could be used to describe me.

I am white.  It’s easy to see I am predominately of European descent.  However, that’s not all I am.  My DNA test show, I am also 19% Southwest Asian and 2% East African.

What other labels are there for me?

I am a woman.  I am middle aged.  I am American.  I am a free-spirit.  I am studious.  I am independent.  I am a book reader.  I am a watcher of documentaries.  I am a lot of things, but I am not just a bunch of labels that may be used to describe me.

I am a unique person.  I am unique in my genetic makeup.  I am unique in my personal history and environment.  I am a unique combination of things that makes me different from everyone else in the wold.  I am a one-of-a-kind person and no label could adequately describe me.

That’s who I am.




A Genius

When I was in 3rd grade, my teacher decided to play two records throughout the school day.  The first record had children’s music and the other record was classical music.

At the end of the day the teacher asked, “Who liked the first record?”  The entire class, except me, raised their hand.  Then he asked, “Who liked the second record?”  I was the only student that raised their hand.

The teacher looked at me with a quizzical expression.  He asked more questions to clarify.  I told him, I liked the classical music.  The teacher paused for a second.  Then he said, “You must be a genius.”

I must confess.  I picked the second record, because no one else did and not because I had a great appreciation for classical music.

I just like to be different.