We are so caught up in identifying ourselves with who we are, that we forget who we are not.  This post  lets you know that it’s ok not to be something.
 
I am not as innocent as most believe, I definitely have a corrupt side.  I am not quiet after you get to know me.  I am not one to voluntarily divulge personal information.  But if you ask, I will probably tell you.  I’m not an initiator, I like for you to strike up the conversation. I’m not a talker, I like to listen and observe.  I am not the best at reading people, their mannerisms, body language, or speech.  I am usually not aware when a guy is flirting or rejecting me, unless it’s direct, with “yes” or “no.”  I am not always a figurative person, I tend to see the literal side of things.  Though, I’m not monotonous, either.
 
I am not afraid of the dark.  I am not afraid to be alone.  Though, I don’t want to spend my entire adult life detached or companionless.  I am not one to wear her heart on her sleeve.  I am not going to change who I am to please someone else.  I’m not always a great friend, though I really try to be.  I’m not one to spend hours talking on the phone, I hate it.  I am not someone who makes promises she can’t keep.  I am not someone who tells others secrets. I am not someone who always gets the joke.  I need you to explain it to me sometimes. 
 
I am not always happy in my own skin.  I am not where I want to be in my life or career.  I am not one hundred percent sure who I want to be.  I am not going to give up until I am.  I am not a mother, wife, author, best friend, girlfriend, world changer, but I want to be.  I am not afraid to say want I want and go after it.  I am not someone who always stands up for herself.  I let people take advantage and walk all over me sometimes.  I am not sure how to take a compliment or criticism.  I am not sure where I will be in ten years, five year, two years, or even a year from now.  I am not against moving to another country.
 
I am not attracted to blond guys or dumb guys or short guys or ugly guys.  I am not picky, I just know what I want.  I am not going to settle on just any guy.  He has to be the guy and I am not ashamed to admit that.  I am not a fan of Starbucks coffee for the sole reason that it’s too expensive, when coffee is objectively cheap.  I am not embarrassed to say that I have used my laundry money (quarters) to pay for twelve dollar Chinese take-out.  Which leads me to say,  I am not one that does laundry on a regular basis.
 
I am not musical, though I desperately wish to be.  I am not a cook and I don’t care that I’m not domesticated.  I am not ever without a book.  I am not a fan of hot weather, I like the fall and winter.  I am not a fan of socks, I hate them.  I am not one to sleep in lots of clothes, the less the better.  I am not someone who sleeps all day, my body just won’t let me.  I am not someone who goes to bed early, I guess you could call me a night owl, though that seems really cheesy and corny.  I am not a morning person, I need time to wake up and process things first. I am not a vegetable eater, I hate everything green and good for you.
 
I am not ok with someone telling me what to do, when to do it and how to do it.  I am not a fan of condescending people, and their glances and stares.  If you have something to say, say it.  I am not afraid of confrontation.  I am not afraid to admit when I’m wrong.  I am not one to talk down to you, so do not do it to me.  I am not one who likes to be belittled.  I am not someone who talks about you behind your back. 
 
I am not afraid to stand up for what I believe in. I am not afraid to let my voice be heard when it concerns something I stand for.  I am not always the happy-go-lucky person that everyone thinks I am.  I have my sad and lonely days, too.   
 
I am not sure what else to say, but this not all of what I am not.