Who am I?  Seems like a simple question, right?  I'm reading a book that asked that this simple, innocuous question, and being the good little doobie that I am, I paused to answer it.  I'm a woman, a wife and mother, a daughter, friend, consultant - STOP. 

This is not who I am, it's who I've become - the roles I've assumed.

Back to the question, "who am I?"  Pause.  More pause.  Maybe it's not as simple as I first thought, but I know the answer - just give me a minute.  I start to look at myself through someone else's eyes and realize that it won't be accurate, my vision is the one that counts. 

Finally I begin to see the person that I am, the person I've always been.

I'm funny, in a wickedly sarcastic kind of way.

I'm persistent, there is an answer and I will figure it out.

I'm a big picture person, please don't ask me to balance my checkbook.

I'm smart even though I usually can't answer more than one question on Jeopardy!

I'm loving and kind and generous (think labradoodle).

I'm fiercely protective of everything I love; people, things, and ideas (think pit bull).

I can keep up a mental conversation with myself throughout the day but I can't make small talk at a party.

I'm flawed (ouch).

Yes, I'm Flawed and rather than pretend that I'm not, I embrace my flaws and I will not apologize.  They make me who I am.  They give me personality, even if it is quirky and irreverent.

Your turn.  Give it a shot, it's freeing.  Who are you?