Catie Payne is a Wiggly Line.

Personal bios. Aren’t they strange?

I had to write one yesterday for a publication, summing myself up in 50 words or less.

I laid down the usual, ‘I’m a writer, grower, naturopath...’, building a brand from my work and studies, adding a few accolades as scaffolding.

But then I stopped, slapped delete and sat there wondering: am I really these firm and fixed things?

Can I seriously claim to be anything other than...

...a wiggly line? A wave? A scribble? Pure drivel? A confusion? A profusion? A whiff? A tune? A yoga mat, unrolled? Five senses, all told? A blob? A knob? Smashed feelings on sourdough with sriracha?

It’s a process, this thing I call me.

Nothing could be more uncertain.

So I settled for saying, ‘Catie Payne writes, draws, grows and walks...’, with a nod to the unfurling.

Because I didn’t think the yoga mat reference would fly.