This year I am...

The sum total of my experiences.

The composite entity of genetics and influences.

Someone.

Someone's child.

Someone's wife.

Someone's mom. Three "someones" plus whatever group of children happen to be following me around at the moment...maybe it's eleven, maybe it's one hundred or so.

A sister. Not the best one, but I try. And they're good to me.

Courageous. It's the theme this year for High Holy Days at work, so I'm rolling with it.

Indecisive.

A woman. A big one. That's never changing.

Tired of making myself small to let others feel big.

A leader.

Probably too busy to hang out with you, but it's not because I don't like you--I probably have rehearsal, or a gig. I wish I could hang out with you though; I bet we'd have a good time.

Running, for real, and not hating it.

Present.

Angry.

Disappointed.

Excited.

Thrilled.

Constantly watching little people play baseball like it's my job.

Reflecting.

Ready.