This is a poem. Do not get overly excited, yet. IM still in the oven, popping out of, and breaking the mold. I need to become stronger. I need nourishment. I like sweetness. You offer me that. Proper planning and prep at this point involves good communication skills. I struggle there. IM open to learning. IM all ears. IM skittish. Note that. Dwelling on that and constantly reminding myself of my weaknesses does not add to greatness. My hand is wide open if you want to hold it.