I love those lines:

Do I contradict myself?
Very well, I contradict myself.
(I am large, I contain multitudes)

I wrote them from memory, so I’m not exactly sure if they are quite right, but it’s probably my favorite sentiment from literature, because it totally fits who I am. I am full on contradictions. My thoughts battle each other in my brain because I can’t stay focused on one all by itself. Right now, I have a Cardi B song running through my head (her new album, Invasion of Privacy, is great fun) and I’m thinking about poetry, laundry, and sleeping. My music is a practice in contradiction: I love bluegrass, but I also love rap and hip hop.

I am constantly divided between logic and emotion, to the point where I considered having tattoos on each arm representing them and their pull. Still, they have to work together in a strange way that I can’t really even explain. When my heart and my mind are in alignment (which isn’t super common), I feel like I’m in the flow of things.

I used to fight the contradictions, feeling like a hypocrite inside. I try to embrace them now as best I can. I am large, I contain multitudes.