Who I am.

I have spent a lot of time being me. One thing I would like to document in my blog, is where I have landed after a very intense two years of learning and listening to myself. This blog post is what I have learned about me.

My parents remember me as the child who gives. Constantly. My mother cannot think of a year of my life where I did not bring home a stray animal or child in my school who struggled. My dad often talks about my endless energy and ability to light up a room with it. I have a giant heart that feels, intensely for animals, people or anyone who is suffering, I can't turn it off. Aiden shares this trait, and I love watching other children react to his kindness.

I am a giver, that is who I am.

My best friends describe me as resilient. A trait I am grateful for, when you stand up to sing, and make a mistake that everyone hears, well, I may get a little down, but I get right back up and do it again. Oliver is even more resilient than I, he reminds me that there is no shame in getting back up.

Resilience is a trait I carry, always.

I celebrate people, and personalities. My group of friends is not one that would EVER hang out together and get a long. In fact, the few times I have tried to celebrate them all has been close to a plutonium eruption. Yet, each group of friends I have is one that I admire, appreciate, and celebrate for different reasons.

I celebrate difference.

Although I never knew it was in me, I am an educator. I relish in the questions, the different learning types, and all the needs of every child I get to teach. I relish in writing lesson plans, and love constructive criticism in being a better educator. My voice students are all gems to me. Whatever the person's ability I teach, I know how to get on their level. If they need it serious, fun, whatever. I can mold my teaching style to fit the class's needs.

I am adaptable in teaching.

I have learned that I am very hard on myself. I have also learned that self promotion is something I am not great at. Which is the entire reason for this blog. In some ways, the pendulum has swung too far to the fixing Aubrey side, and not the appreciating Aubrey side. So, this post, somewhat foreign for me, is a step in the right direction. I rarely tell my story, and I try to always be better. Sometimes I forget that I can celebrate my triumphs.

I am hard on myself, but working at being more realistic.

I enjoy hard work more than outcome. I enjoy learning new music just as much as performing it.

Music chose me. Not Vice verse.

I rarely fit into group thinking or group mentality. I struggle to keep my mouth shut when a group of people who think the same choose to talk badly about another person. I find that if there is contention in my life, it is because I disagree, with someone, and must stand up for whomever is being talked about. Otherwise, there is very little contention with people in my life.

I am a speaker of justice and it gets me in trouble.

When my journey at weight watchers began, I stood on the scale, and there it was, a number that not only hurt, but was proof of how crappy I felt. Tired, lonely, confused, overworked, under appreciated, and I blamed no one. I knew that I, myself and I alone had racked up that weight. When I went to every meeting I took every word to heart, and to be honest the journey was uncomfortable, and brutally honest. I had justified, every thing I was, and had an excuse. But there I was realizing who exactly I was, but was given the power to be who I knew deep down I would be. I did not loose five pounds, I did not loose ten pounds, I have lost almost 50 pounds, and my body fat percentage is down 20 percent. When I receive information, I don't look around at who needs the info, I ingest, own it, and work hard. I am that kid and adult who takes things to heart and owns it. Even if it is only 10 percent my problem I will fix it. But this is not about weight loss, this is about my soul that is accountable.

I am accountable for my actions.