I am — a daughter, a sister, an aunt, a granddaughter, a niece, a cousin.
I am — a woman, a dreamer, an explorer, a writer, a traveler, a doer.
I am … one of a kind, one of many, a bit of star dust, a moment in time, a particle in the universe.
I am … an artist, an excavator, a beam of light, an idea, a committee member.
I am … a student, a walker, a reader, a homeowner, a graduate (of many schools and lessons).
I am …. a worker, a flower lover, a photographer, a poet, a reporter, a wordsmith.
I am … a collector of teapots, family letters, books, salt and pepper shakers and carved eggs.
I am … a cleaner, a creator, a decorator, a lover of all, a swimmer in oceans, lakes, rivers and words.
I am … a volunteer, a friend, a caretaker, a gift-giver, a picker up of the pieces.
I am … a mover, a shaker, an experimenter, a collector of frogs, a devotee of many things old and a some things new.
I am … a retiree, a reacher for new experiences, a tea drinker, a dieter, a cook.
I am — a nurturer without children, an animal lover without pets, a guardian without weapons.
I am … one with the world, a seer of visions, a teller of tales, a knitter of memories, a repository of hopes.
I am … ME.
– Jenny Munro
(I was trying to write a personal biography and getting nowhere. So I decided to try this.)