Who Am I?

Who am I? That's the question that always seems to stump me. I hate describing myself on a dating profile, a resume, or even a site like this. Sure, I know I have to, but does that mean I really know how?

It's hard to sum myself up in a few short paragraphs. The task seems daunting, almost impossible. It feels superficial and makes me question myself. What if people don't like me? Do I even know myself? That idea is thrown away, but the doubt lingers.

I'm a sports fan, but does that really define me? My family was wacky, but whose wasn't? I think I'm intelligent, but plenty disagree. I love reading, watching TV shows, and pranking my friends. But does that really make me who I am?

Truthfully, I'm just scared to be vulnerable. Saying the word sends shivers through my body. But, I've always wanted to write. Your beliefs shine through your words. People form a picture in their mind. With every sentence, you're judged. With every word, you're opened to criticism.

But, vulnerability is the special part of writing. It awakens the creativity in your mind. It releases your emotions. Being vulnerable frees you.

I love writing fiction. I enjoy sharing my experiences. Sometimes, I'll even comment on sports or books I love. The great part about Steemit is the community that can appreciate my work, even when I can't appreciate it myself.