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“Who I Am” (3.4.24)

I am "Josephine Wild." I am 35 years old. I am an artist and an ultra runner. I experience the world differently. I wake up. I work and workout. I play. I eat. Then I sleep. I see things like design and shapes. I focus on the details. But I try to see the bigger picture. I look at typefaces and fonts. I get hyper-focused. I like to work. To make. To create. Day after day This is what I do. I am never finished. I date things Because I lose track of time. Time is against me. So, I learn not to waste it. Sometimes, I make believe. But I am not a child. I am grace. I am strength. I am beauty. I am determined. I have a good heart. I live in my own home With my husband. We share the same bed. I have toys and figurines. I collect them. I arrange them. They always stay the same. They bring me joy. I am easily distracted. I like to escape. I can run away with my thoughts. I’ve learned to domesticate my emotions. I am an artist. I am wonderfully weird. I like people too. They are beautiful each in their own way. It’s nice to connect with people, To feel loved. Now, I know that I am so, so loved. It’s hard to let people go, especially when you love them. I know that I’m not alone. I am apart of this world. I just experience it differently. But sometimes, I don’t feel free. My life isn’t easy, but it’s a gift. Life wouldn’t be great if it was easy. I’m easy to get along with, and now I understand. I love music. I love to sing. The music I like doesn’t need words. I’m sometimes without words. I search for them. I need them quicker than they come. But that’s OK. I try my best to better myself. I am not wrong, I am different. When I fall, I reset. I try not to cling onto people, but it’s hard. I’ve learned to forgive myself. I’ve learned to love myself. I make more of an effort to think things through. I have succeeded at leaving my comfort zones. My effort is success. I am not a problem. Life is opinion. The universe is change. And I’m always changing, always growing, always living. I have grown a good heart. I am awesomely autistic.
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Mar 4, 2024
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The current version of the poem I wrote 11 years ago, "Who I Am" (3-6-13).

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