Who am I and what is my personality?
Why can I be myself in my writing?
Am I just a piece of paper?
I know what I like and don’t like.
Apparently, that doesn’t make the person.
I don’t like watching sports or gossips and I love God, writing, and vegetables.
I love to dance, but apparently, I dance like a moron.
Maybe I should stop dancing.
I love to sing all of the time.
But apparently, my voice is annoying and horrible.
Is writing the only good thing that I do?
I love to give hugs, but apparently, they are too long and too clingy.
Apparently, I am just a big joke.
How did I not know this?
I am quirky and I pretend to yawn and chew my cuticles out of nervous habit.
I share too much, such as what I just told you.
Apparently, I get offended too easily.
I’m really great at watching kids.
But, I don’t want to be known as the “baby-sitter” for the rest of my life.
I read my Bible and pray a lot.
Why can’t that be enough?
I love to play dress up because, apparently, I don’t know who I am.
But how do you find out who you are?
My dreams are plentiful and good and my heart is in the right place.
Why can’t that be enough?
Apparently, my mind wanders sometimes, but why is that anyone else’s business?
I think I have serious security issues.
I thought that if you found and knew Jesus, he would become your identity.
But apparently, he couldn’t have been anything like me.
Apparently, the Bible is the map for your life.
But I have so many questions about it, how will I ever find myself?
I am Courtney.
Apparently, I don’t know who I am.