Who Am I?
God, who knows. I fascinate myself some days, some weeks, some months. I’m positive that I enjoy making people laugh, and in the same breath I’m being completely serious– I don’t understand why you’re laughing. I’m learning to be an adult and I have no idea what that means. I’m getting my priorities straight and staying up until 6 a.m.
Who am I?
God, I wonder if my friends feel the same anxiety I feel everyday when they see me. Who is she going to be today, I bet they ask themselves. Is she quiet and contemplative or is she loud and exuberant? Who is she going to be today? A complete mess or someone who seems to be on the right track? Who knows. She sure doesn’t!
Who am I?
God, transformation is exhausting. The push and pull of what is and what will be. And for some reason, I can’t keep my fucking mouth shut. I state my opinions like they’re solidified in concrete and the next day I don’t even remember what I said. I’m exhausted by the expectation of consistency, so I throw it completely out the window. You never know what Catrina you’re going to get!
Who am I?
God, I have no damn clue, but here’s what I do know. I’m 27 years old. I’m almost five years out of college and I’m coming out of a creative hole that felt like it would never end. For years I’ve known I’ve wanted to be a writer, and for years I’ve made no attempts to write anything. Numb to creativity and just trying to figure it out. And then, one day, I got scared I didn’t know how to write anymore. And, it’s the only thing I know I’m good at, so that simply won’t do.
Who am I?
I’m someone who’s still learning about all the things I like and don’t like about myself. I’m someone who’s constantly changing. I’m someone who’s gone through more life experiences than I think I should have at my age and yet, I’ve experienced nothing at all. I’m someone who has no choice but to be vulnerable– to share my life with others because I truly believe my story is an important one to be told. And I’m someone who’s very grateful for the chance to tell it.