"By simple definition I'd be scattered. Oh where do I begin? Well I'm stuck within the mortal framework of having to use words... In some regards I'd use the term eclectic -the merging of experience and different points of view. Well I think, I learn, I listen and I sift my way right through. And I'm always the one with fascination." ---Sister Hazel, Sometimes
I've always loved the idea behind this song. It's like someone has asked you who you are and given you a limited amount of space to answer. How would you do it? Where would you begin? What could you possibly say to give someone who's never met you a vague idea of what you're like?
For instance, I could say:
I'm five feet, three inches of music-loving, book-reading, fierce independence.
I call it like I see it, then worry that I've hurt your feelings.
I'm trusting enough to want to believe you, yet jaded enough to have my doubts.
I hold tight to what I believe, but remain fascinated by new ideas.
I'm a firm believer in a soft couch, a warm blanket and a good book.
I'm irrational, impulsive, impatient, and otherwise imperfect in every way. And I'm okay with that.
But no matter how many ways I try to say it, the chorus of the song says it best:
"Mostly I'm just me! "
Or, to steal a line from my favorite sailor, "I yam what I yam, and that's all that I yam."