i'm at a payphone.

I'm eight chapters deep studying for an exam tonight in Human Relations in Management. Chapter 4 is titled "Building High Self-Esteem."

Sadly, as the text points out, American adults define their worth by their possessions and professions, which is precarious in unstable times.

So what do you have when you take away what you do, what you own, what you look like? Most people can't answer that question honestly.

I stared blankly at the page for a few minutes wondering what I were to say about myself if I was asked who I am without being allowed to mention what I do (for a living) and I came up with a few things:

Runner.
Painter.
Crafter.
Comic relief.

That's what I have. Five little words.

But in all the world, in all the words, I chose these four items because that's what I want most for strangers to know about me.

I'm proud of what I am (or at least what I perceive myself to be) and I am content that this is the identity I have built for myself in 26 years. I wish the same inner peace on others.