Lately, I’ve been making a lot of “I am” statements in both past and present tense – at times, cutting others off for fear that I’ll miss my opportunity to match someone else’s narrative with my equal subconscious grandeur. I was a teacher. I am from Colorado. I do yoga. I am relying on these arbitrary sentences to convince someone of my perception of myself. Perception. I delicately choose the nouns and adjectives that I believe best complete these statements. And, the nouns and adjectives that best complete these statements are the parts of speech that accentuate, what I believe, to be the most noteworthy qualities of myself. While many of these statements are concrete truths, I am realizing that the value I associate with the words is entirely subjective. I am storing my pride in word warehouses, clothing myself in both the good and bad as if those static words can do justice to my dynamic being. Would my physical body act outside of my restrictive “I am” statements if I gave myself the freedom to just be? Could my soul define itself without the limitations of my vocabulary? Would I say more about myself if I talked less and listened more? I’m willing to find out the answer.