My definition of me

my oh my. possibly the most embarrassing evening of my life. not going to go into details, but very thoroughly embarrassing.

Why don't I just go hide in a box for a while. I should have gone to bed earlier, but it is so hard to go to sleep when you don't want and don't feel like it.

Tomorrow I need to take my car in to get it fixed; the 'check engine' light has been on for over a month now, and my sister told me that it sounded funny when she drove it yesterday.

Today was surprisingly warm. AND the sidewalks/streets are snow-free.... which means of course, no slipping.

Now for a bit of my depth- for I do have a bit of depth from time to time.

This morning as I was in the middle of brushing my teeth I thought to myself, 'who am i?'

I thought back through my life. What have I been defined by- my grades, sports, being mormon, playing the harp, singing, playing the piano. I'm sure the list goes on. But since I have quit my instruments, stopped singing, lost my top-notch grades, and can't participate in sports anymore because of my knee problems/surgery, all I have left from that list is that I am still a Mormon. But is that enough for me? I guess now I am known for being obsessed with Europe and loving languages. I just don't know who I am, other than a daughter of God. He loves me, and with that in mind, do any of those other things really matter as long as I am helping make the world a better place?