I am not invincible. I am not a genius. I don’t have the perfect nose. I don’t have a photographic memory. I am not capable of multitasking tv watching and novel reading. I don’t know when someone is lying to me. I trust the weather people a little too much. I don’t go to sleep on time every night. I don’t have a time to be asleep at, but if I did, I still wouldn’t do it. I admire my friend Angela for traveling across the world every year. I am envious of the people I know who are in love. I am not fearless. I know what I did was wrong, but I need affirmation for what I do that’s right. I am not perfect, but I do the best that I can. I don’t always eat the allotted amount of fruits and vegetables (I don’t even know what they are). I say things without meaning it sometimes just to get out of a tough spot. I have pictures on my walls but I tend to avoid looking at them. I am afraid that I might never be a teacher. I am a terrible communicator. I know I am procrastinating when I know I should be reading. I deliberately lift weights that are too heavy for me at the gym. I like my coffee black, my tea green, and my space in the morning. I am too embarrassed to carry an umbrella so I wear my hood instead. I am scared of being worth-less. I know that in my life, there is a spot reserved for me, just haven’t found it yet. I think the best part about university is observing all the different kinds of people that are there. I think the worst part of university is how my voice and opinions are not always praised. I have a voice that clearly needs to be humbled. I am not invincible, but I am capable; I am not wise, but I am not stupid either. I am not entirely sure what I am, but it’s always a little easier to know what I am not. And those are just the Tuesdays.
“All our ordinary stories are changed in time, altered as much by the present as the present is shaped by the past.” -Joy Kogawa