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Dear Diary

 I'm reading Brian Eno's diary, which is just a day by day journal of one year in his life. In it somewhere he lists his idea of some of the things he is, in the form of I am... and then each of the things he considers himself to be are either a or an.  So "I am creative" wouldn't work, but "I am a music producer" would.  I quickly closed the book before I read his list and began writing my own, which I may or may not share here.  But I wanted you guys to think about creating your own list and think about sharing it here.  Maybe I'm an optimist to think you might be interested in doing so, but really it might be fun. There might even be some overlap! And don't worry, it seems only two other people would be reading your list.

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  1. I am an optimist, I am a creator, I am a worrier, I am an animal lover ...

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    1. Yes, yes, please go on. I have 16 on my list so far. 4 at a time? Okay; I am a reader, I am a writer, I am a candle stick burner, I am a realist........

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  2. 😂🤣"only two other people would be reading your list . . . "
    My list:
    1. I do not journal

    (I might revise this list if it peaks my interest later. Ok TTFN!)

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    1. Not journaling, just making a list. I suppose you could say I am not a journal writer, but this isn't about what you aren't, but what you are. So here's one more of mine that just might pique your interest.
      I am a feminist.

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