# Whoami

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Who am I?

Ask me professionally, I’m an Azure Architect. I work at a travel company called Sabre. I have an avid love for bridging the gap between people and technology. Technology should be an extension of yourself, it should work seamlessly no matter how you interact with it. A tool for productivity, performance and optimization. I started from as a low level support agent, then moved up a couple times to a role where I could led and enact change across an environment, making technology better for everyone. Or so I thought. Really, I’m someone who stumbled my way into too much responsbility and am currently treading water. Maybe thats the imposter syndrome speaking. Maybe its the lack of a positive work environemnt. Sometimes its hard to credit myself with the achievements I’ve accomplished, because I don’t want to be seen as someone who is arrogant. The outward perception of myself I project onto to others is such a looming weight. I’m not supposed to tell you who I am, you’re supposed to figure that out yourself, right?

Who am I?

Well I’m a tech enthusiast with an avid love for Shibas, espcially mine, Kaiya. I’m someone who enjoys the outdoors, the indoors, and everywhere in between as long as I have good company. I love music, art, film and a good meal. I love finding the motive behind every creation, because I think thats where the ‘good’ of something really is. Sometimes it feels like we can be so out of touch with the individual. Staring at a screen, unsure of the nature of what lies beyond. I think covid really exaggerated this, people were shown they were just a number. The masters of society drove the wedge further between people. I have never felt so distanced from people as I have today, never sure if something I do or something I say could negatively affect someone. I think the worst part is I really want my worries to come from a place of compassion, but selfishly, I’m most worried about how I’m being percivied. Sometimes I wish I was a dog, life seems so easy. All you have to do is love someone. It doesn’t really even matter who, you’ll love whoever will pay you attention. You’ll even love someone who hurts you. Maybe we are more like dogs than we care to admit, we just have a better chance of learning from our mistakes. I wonder if a dog has ever struggled with loving themself.

Who am I?

This question, this damned question. How am I supposed to articulate who I am in words? How can I capture all of who I am here? How can I just boil down the memories that I cling to so I can remeber what it was like to feel happy? How can I conjure up all of the choiced that I regret and list them in an itemized receipt for you to judge? How can I detail the context and the character development that may make those choices valid? Am I more than just my mistakes? How do I convey the emotion I felt growing up so desperatley wanting to be loved by someone? Are these not the things that make me who I am? Oh. You just wanted ‘professional exprience’? Well I’m a quick learner, a team player and I’m proficent in excel!