Who Am I?
Today I made a typo that caused ninety minutes of chaos at work. Yesterday I made a change that made a large positive difference. I am not my typos or my work.
Last week Lima Bean read my journals from fifteen years ago without my permission. I am not who I was fifteen years ago.
I am not my past, my mistakes, my emotions, my shame, or my fears. I am not my unrealistic expectations, I am not perfect.
I am growing and learning, making and teaching.
I found this bit of writing from long ago. It fits today.
I am a woman with fire hair
I am strong
I cry like a rushing waterfall and I laugh like a million and three monarch butterflies
I dance like a heron, slowly and sadly
I run like a crab (mostly sideways)
I sit like a stone, like the biggest of mountains
I raise my head like a sunflower to the creator who walks above me
-23 November 1997
Naming Mountains 
From ’97! Brave woman. I would cringe if I were faced with what I wrote in ’97.
The reading of the journal thing. Wow. Hope you two worked it out. Though since this is my first visit to your blog, not sure who Lima Bean is to you.
Lima Bean is my oldest daughter. She is fourteen. It was something past cringe-worthy!