Finding myself …

“No chance, no dance”
“When was the last time you did something for the first time?”
“Speak english”
“We are not in the happiness business”
“In data I trust, the rest I leave to god”
“Dont fly at 20,000 feet”

These statements represent who I am. A risk taker, innovative, aggressive, detail oriented, data driven.

But is this really who I am ? There is an emotional side that remains hidden. A loneliness that hides behind a mask. A creative side that is suppressed. An insecure child that is fiercely protected. A protective, grandmother hen that wants to put its wings around the weak and needy.

Who am I really ?

Am I an iceberg ? Cold, austere, partly visible but nobody knows how much is hidden.

Am I a volcano ? Always bubbling inside, waiting to explode. Spreading scorching and scalding heat.

Am I the raging river in flood? Destroying everything in its path, but leaving a mark behind. Creating its own path when one is not available.

Am I the moon ? Mystical, beautiful, enigmatic. The full moon spreads light, but brings out the werewolves.

Who am I really ?