Who are you?

This entry is prompt #1 of The Book of Me, Written by You project.

The prompt for week 1 is a recognized psychology test.

Ask yourself 20 times “Who are you?”

Each time you should give yourself a different answer, and if you can easily go beyond 20 then that is fine too. This prompt is about how YOU see YOU.

I am the proud mum of two amazing, wonderful, exasperating, delightful teenagers.

I am a daughter, a sister, an auntie and a niece.

I am a partner, friend, soul mate and occasional lover.

I am a freelancer, proofreader, copywriter, web builder and coach.

I am a (self) published author.

I am a size 14 in a size 18 body.

I am an exported Londoner, living in the countryside but dreaming of the sea.

I used to be a battered wife but I'm better now.

I am intelligent.

I am inked.

I am a tea drinker.

I am a woman.

I am a football fan.

I am a Chelsea supporter. I'm also an honorary Torquay United fan.

I am a savoury rather than sweet person.

I am one eighth Romany gypsy.

I am a beer and wine drinker.

I am The Proof Fairy.

I am a curry lover.

I am a writer.

I am liberal, but not longer a Liberal Democrat.

I am a procrastinator.

I am a poor person but would like to be rich.

I am a potential Porsche owner.

I am funny and a bit daft.

I am deaf in one ear.

Pardon?

I am a music fan.

I am an agnostic.

I am an avid reader.

I am an armchair sports fan.

I am strong. I am powerful. I am fucking magnificent.

I am an under-achiever.

I am a dreamer.

I am a Facebook addict.

I am a cat person.

I am hugely untidy but somehow organised.

I am dark blue autumn.

I am a photographer.

I am a bit arthritic.

I am the wonderful unique being that is me.

 

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3 thoughts on “Who are you?”

  1. This is great. I’m particularly fond of the size 14 in a size 18 body. Must confess though I tend to support Arsenal, if called upon, just because of the name. Arsenal. Love it.

  2. I like the way you wrote this. It reads like a poem. And I’m glad you’re better now as far as the battering goes.

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