Who am I?

I am a mother, a wife, a searching soul. I am a psychic, a medium, a self-critic of the worst degree. I am a slut, a virgin, a daddy's little girl. I am Mama, Mommy, and sometimes plain Ma. I am a nag, hound, and on high-horse lecturer. I am a wannabe writer, a wannabe painter, a wannabe creator. I am a singer, tone-deaf and screeching. I am a dancer, all awkward limbs and lines. I am a reader, of high literature and children's books alike. I am a couch potato at heart. I am the Energizer Bunny. I am the cook, the maid, the coffee-maker and alarm clock. I am a walker. I am a Yogi (if only in my mind). I am a Reiki practitioner, Level I.
I am not a Buddhist Monk nor a surfer nor a snowboarder. I am a girl, trying to locate the Woman I am becoming. She is lost in the stacks of dishes and the loads of laundry. She is lost in the gold Chrysler Town & Country. I am disorganized and organized to a fault. I am disjointed, disconnected, discombobulated and I find my parts on the floor frequently in puddles that I try to sop up. My sobs difficult to discern.