Cold. Hard. Fact.
I am completely enamoured with myself. Which, I suppose, is why I love my blog so much - here, it really IS all about me. It's my bitching, my writing, my opinion. A chance to air my dirty laundry for cyber-space-thought-voyeurs to take a peek in.
Does that make me snotty? Self-centered? Vain? Maybe. But at least I know who I am. And where I stand in my convictions and my faults. I know who I am outside of my life as a wife, a daughter, a friend, a lover, an enemy and an ex.
I know who I am.