Too often I get asked the question "who are you?" This mostly has to do with the fact that I have been interviewing for internships like crazy. But this question- it bothers me. Not because I don't have a strong sense of self, but more because there is so much of me. So much that I am proud of, and even not so proud of.

My name is Julia. I am (about) to be 20 years old.

I was born and raised in Boston, Massachusetts; a city that I love so dearly.

I am one of three children; the middle child, although my personality doesn't show it.

I am a feminist; I am passionate about helping other women succeed and flourish.

I am a student; I love school and hope to continue my education as far as I am able to.

I am so many things, some things I have yet to find out. Knowing that there is more in the unknown is okay with me.

The question of "who am I" is asked so often, it is almost as if there is a plausible answer. Almost as if our identities are a fixed, measurable thing. My identity is an ongoing process. There is no definite answer. To know yourself so well would mean that you have reached the top, reached the point where there is no room to grow. And to me, that life isn't a satisfying one. There is always room to improve, no matter how minuscule.

No matter what point of my life, I hope to be content in my growth and progress. Some people believe that there is a point where we stop growing; and I disagree with that notion. Our potential is limitless, but we should work hard as if there is a limit in order to live our best lives.