Teacher

Have you ever watched a friend do something she was born to do? 

With every breath, word, movement, she could not have possibly been more herself or more beautiful.

Authenticity is breath-taking, gorgeous. 

I dissect my own identities.

Divided and plural. 

As I struggle not to define myself by my profession.

As I watched her, I realized that I might have this all wrong. 

She taught. And I learned.