Who Am I?
An introduction
I ask myself this question frequently and the answer is always changing or it stays the same, I never know. I probably think I’m different than I am.
There’s the professional me and then the core me. They kind of feed into each other.
The professional me is trained as a librarian with many years of experience working in medical libraries. As a librarian, you have to be flexible and know how to find out information about a lot of things. Problem-solving is an extremely useful trait. You also have to be technically savvy and have the ability to know and interpret how to use software for different purposes. I also took it one step further and was a system administrator, instructional designer, and manager for learning management systems and online learning. All of that was a great career but that’s not all of me.
At my core, I am thirsty for knowledge and I love reading. But contrary to popular belief being a librarian is not at all about reading books. I am a lapsed artist and to my surprise, I am becoming a writer of poetry and microfiction.
I am finding satisfaction in writing about one thought at a time or one experience or one moment. Having been caught up in taking everything personally and trying to bear the whole load on my own shoulders I am simplifying to find the joy in life.

Art and artistic expression whether it’s a visual or written piece are where my brain takes me these days. I have opinions and such but I don’t want to get too bogged down in current events or politics or religion.
I have a love of nature and experiencing it through my travels around the world. I didn’t know this about myself until about 3–4 years ago when I stopped hoarding my vacation time and took a 3 week trip to New Zealand. Then I couldn’t give it up so I left my 9–5 to travel and experience life. Every time I feel the need to settle down again I find a way to continue a vagabond lifestyle.

What’s next for me? I don’t know but that’s the fun part about it. I am so much more comfortable with myself now. I know I will be okay even if not every day I am on top of the world.
A few of my pieces you might like to try out.
This is the first poem I published and it’s the one that got me started.
I found this poem in an old notebook.
New stuff that just kind of evolves in my head.






