I am not really a scientist, well, not by training. I suppose I am a scientist by nature. Thinking about writing this I've been plagued with definitions and terms and hating the idea that one's existence can be described and explained in a few words. I realize this is not true, but sometimes it feels like that's all that really matters, no? Who you appear to be on paper. Keep that resume to one page and make it good because people don't want to spend more than a few seconds figuring out if you're worth much to them. I fight that inner battle everyday--who I wish to be and feel I truly am vs. what I think is expected of me. I spend too much of my life tip-toeing around. And sometimes I'm absorbed in something and suddenly the thought pops in my head--someday I will die. And I begin to question my life--am I being true to myself, why am I so afraid? I sound like an Oprah Winfrey episode.