Here's what I know for sure...

I am 30 years old and I don't know what I want to be when I grow up.
I usually don't like myself very much.
I really don't care for politics, but I try to at least be a bit informed during election years.
I have a paper route and a college degree, but no career.
I have considered suicide.
I joke about the things that truly bother me: my weight, my marital problems, my depression.
I am a Disney fanatic, to the point of obsession!
I have found that I suck my thumb in my sleep at times. (Freud would love me!!)
I had an abortion in November 1996 and it is my greatest regret.
I have had crushes during my marriage, but no affairs.
I have been studying other religions because I question Christianity.
I have never shared most of these things with anyone.
I push people away when they get too close.
I was molested by three different men during my childhood. (Freud's rolling in his grave to get to me!)
I love Shakespeare and prefer to write poetry with rhythm and rhyme schemes.
I could not survive without the diversion of literature.
This is the best I can do to define who I am.

A room full of windows

It cannot be through my own eyes that my soul is seen for I cannot see it for myself.
My core is a room of windows through which each new pair of eyes sees a different corner.
In one pane is found a woman; emotional, self-conscious, lonely.
Another, a mother; strong, doting, and devoted.
One, a lover.
One, a friend.
One, a lost individual questioning faith, freedom, and fear.
One, regret and sadness.
One, joy and exhileration; a childlike heart.
Shattered or compartmentalized. The portions never whole.
All of me in bits and pieces viewed by the world.