I am most myself when I am buried nose deep in the well-thumbed pages of a favorite, familiar, beloved book.
I am most myself when I am rocking, cheek-to-cheek, breathing in the sweet breath of one of our slumbering boys.
I am most myself when I am sitting in the back row of a worship service, letting the music wash through my soul.
I am most myself when I am belly ache laughing with Pete at some private, intimate brand of funny that only we share.
OK, your turn.