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About Kerry<\/a><\/h2>\n\n\n\n
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I write a lot, but writing about myself is proving to be quite a challenge. This is my third, no fourth attempt, at writing this. I promised myself that whatever I wrote today would be it. So, let\u2019s take a deep breath and just let the fingers type away. Here we go. I am\u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Enigma: a person or thing that is mysterious or difficult to understand.<\/p><\/blockquote><\/figure>\n\n\n\n

A supervisor of mine once looked at me and said \u201cKerry, you are such an enigma\u201d. I don\u2019t think it was meant as an insult or compliment but just a neutral statement. And, I get it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I love to dance but clapping to the beat of a song is beyond me. I really do march to the beat of my own drum \u2013 not because I am aloof or do not consider others \u2013 but simply because I can\u2019t feel or hear the beat that everyone else does. At concerts or groups where everyone is clapping, I hear and feel something and clap away, only to look up and find that I am completely out of sync with everyone else. Joining a drum circle is always an interesting experience.<\/p>\n<\/div><\/div>\n\n\n\n

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I feel just as comfortable in drum circles as I do in courtrooms, in yoga classes as I do in teaching a class, in silent meditation as I do in public speaking, by myself and up on stage \u2013 which is to say that I am slightly uncomfortable in each one but I am okay with, and sometimes thrive in, this slight discomfort.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

My LinkedIn profile reads World Explorer, Podcaster, Writer, Lawyer, Teacher. As I typed them in my profile, I remember thinking they are just labels and questioning why we need to be labeled. Yet, I spent several minutes wondering about their order \u2013 should it be: Teacher, Podcaster, Writer, Lawyer, World Explorer; or Writer, Teacher, Podcaster, Lawyer, World Explorer. Should I remove them all? I must admit I had fun typing \u201cWorld Explorer\u201d so that one went first. If I were Carrie Bradshaw from Sex in the City<\/em>, I would write an article titled: \u201cIs it okay to be label-less in a labeling world?\u201d In the end, these are all things that I do and labels that I am called.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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I love connecting with people but I am shy and awkward when I meet people or groups for the first time. The first week of a new job was always daunting, not because of the work but because of my awkwardness and shyness. Co-workers went from thinking I was very quiet in my first week to wishing that I would stop talking a few weeks later.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I can be silly, often seeing the Saturday Night Live version of moments as I am in them. Yet, when I first meet people, I can come across as serious and a bit standoffish. And, when I do tell the jokes that are inside my internal SNL reel, they fall flat. (To all the comedians who make us laugh \u2013 you\u2019re amazing! You give people laughter, I can\u2019t think of a better gift.)<\/p>\n<\/div><\/div>\n\n\n\n

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I love my family and community but I live a somewhat nomadic lifestyle away from family with a constantly changing community.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I am both sides of the persistence coin: determined and stubborn. I am often easily distracted and prone to procrastination. Yet, I am often so focused and productive on a project that I literally do not see or hear someone standing right in front of me, which completely befuddles the person standing there, especially when I scream when they tap my shoulder.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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I am carefree and aligned with positive energy, self-love, and collaboration; yet, I struggle with feelings of not good enough. I am fiercely competitive with a bit defensiveness. Or, is it fiercely defensive with a bit competitiveness? The times that I step into self-love, the defensiveness and competitiveness both go away. In counting steps, wouldn\u2019t it be great to get 10,000 of these self-love steps a day?!<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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I believe in self-empowerment, \u201chear me roar\u201d, and not worrying what others think about me as long as I am being true to myself. Yet, in writing about myself, I feel awkward and off-balance, going back and forth between fearing that I may sound pretentious and not caring how I sound\u2026but being honest, I know that I do.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I feel joy when cheering on others and the beauty inside of them. A shared laugh with another is the purest joy.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

With all these inner inconsistencies swirling around, when I watched a video of Oprah giving a commencement speech, I was both inspired and confused by a question she asked the crowd. The question, she explains, is the most important question that we each must ask and answer for ourselves: Who am I?<\/p>\n<\/div><\/div>\n\n\n\n


After some soul searching, personal development work, travels, ups and downs, failures and successes, love lost and love endured, here is what I now know: I am Kerry. After years of trying to define myself and reconcile all these different traits, I am letting all the trying go and settling into Just Being.
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So, who am I?<\/h3>\n\n\n\n