I am more than just a job title.
More than a checklist of completed tasks.
More than a list of words describing my appearance.
More than a collection of society-assigned labels.
I am more than you think.
I am a book of memories.
A stream of ideas and thoughts.
An overflowing cup of emotions.
A jar of silenced experiences.
A filled-to-the-brim bucket of wants, needs and dreams.
I am a vessel of intuition.
A painting of perspective.
An inkwell of possibility.
A painter’s palette of creativity.
I am a birthday wish of hope.
A page of scribbled insecurities and fears.
A box of sweet sentiments and best wishes.
A puzzle of a million pieces.
I am a human being.
A spirit.
A soul.
I am me.
