On Becoming ... ME

Sitting here wondering... do I truly know who I am? How do I describe myself?  

Oh, I know me. But How do I describe myself to you. It's the perfect tag for me I seek. Couple of times when I really had to answer this question, my answers always depend on who is asking.

Inside I am Me and a hundred more. No, it is not bipolar or multi personality disorder. 

Sometimes, I feel I stopped growing at seven, other times I am as excited as a budding fifteen year old. Then the old soul in me rears her regal head when she feels like it. Left to me, the naughty four years old me is my favorite version of Me. She had no filter and says it has it is, not the Me that has to be politically correct. 

The ME who is Me is a combination of all of Me. A bit of Tatashe, Ata Robo, Salt, Sugar, Honey and every thing in between. A fine finished Kampala (Adire) of bright contrasting personalities.
 

Cheers to the ME I have become
To the ME I will become, I trust you to be best version of ME
To all the MEs I was, thank you for making Me ME

So if you meet me some time, different from what you knew before, guess you have been introduced to another ME. Yes, the ME you knew is still here because I never lose touch of who I am. If there is anything constant in all of Me; its being dynamic.

The reserved Me, the boisterous Me, the calm Me, the fierce Me, the passionate Me, the placid Me... I am Me and Proud! 

...xoxo