Am Not

I do not yet know who I am, but slowly I am learning who I am not.
I am not an author, for I cannot complete a novel.
I am not an athlete, for I lack such discipline.
I am not a teacher, for I still have much to learn.
I am not a peacemaker, for my heart remains troubled.
I am not a philanthropist, for I give much less than I could.
I am not a pastor, for I fall short of faith.
I am not an outdoorsman, for I cling too tightly to comfort.
I am not an orator, for my words are not heartbreaking, nor my ideas original.
I am not a soldier, for I cannot muster the passion necessary for the cause.
I am not an inventor, for my imagination cannot stretch so far.
I am not a caregiver, for my selfishness is too great.
I am not a leader, for I stumble too easily.
I am not a follower, for my pride overcomes me.
I am not determined, I am not rational, I am not perfect.
But I am giving, hopeful, and thoughtful.
I am moody, easygoing, open-minded.
I am understanding and kind.
I do not know who I am, and yet—I am me.