My glasses. My cell phone. My keys. My teddy bear. My ability to trust. My favorite pair of sunglasses. My working fan. My faith. My homework. My shoes. My hope. My church. My Scottish Moores cd. My glove. My earrings. My keychain. My friends. My car. My bathing suit top. My extra long sheets. My copy of ‘Dark Night of the Soul’. My health. My memory. My Feast of the Hunter’s Moon top. My respect. My good black bra. My cat. My chapstick. My virtue. My sister. My grandparents. My notes for my book. My patience. My appetite. My ballet slippers. My coffee mug. My black ballet flats. My dreams. My job. My love. My innocence. My copy of ‘The Holiday’.

My sanity.