BB Grey–musings

Daily writing prompt

Which animal would you compare yourself to and why?

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When someone asks, “What animal are you?” my brain instantly fires off a zoo’s worth of options. Cheetah? Fast and flashy—tempting. Owl? Wise and mysterious—sure, I’ll take it. Elephant? Big, strong, and unforgettable—why not? Even a hippo crossed my mind (don’t judge, those chompers are no joke). But then I paused mid-thought—hold up, my diet’s not that bad, no need to go full river horse. Plus, are those traits even accurate? Are owls really wise, or just good at staring? Is a fox sly, or just sneaky with bad PR? I started overanalyzing the animal kingdom, as I do, and landed somewhere else entirely: a wolf. Specifically, a lone wolf. Yep, that’s me—furry, fierce, and figuring it out.

Most of the time, I’m a lone wolf through and through. I love prowling my own mental wilderness, working out solutions, and chewing on introspective thoughts like they’re a good bone. But here’s the kicker: my career and obligations often shove me into the alpha spot—leading the pack whether I signed up for it or not. So picture this: I’m the lone wolf you spot on the ridge, howling just loud enough to let everyone know I’ve got the pack’s back. They’re safe, they’re looked after, and I’m still out here doing my thing, silhouetted against the moon like a furry babysitter with attitude.

Fierce loyalty’s my calling card. My kids, my family, my friends—they’re my pack, and I’d fight off a bear (or at least a really aggressive squirrel) for them. Friendships? They’re hard-won with me. It takes time to get in the circle—think of it like an exclusive wolf club with a “no jerks” policy. But once you’re in, good luck getting out. I’ll stick by you through thick and thin, even when I probably should’ve booted you for eating the last metaphorical deer haunch. And if you’re out? You’re out. Black and white, no shades of grey—though I’ve got this pen name, 2b-grey (or bb-grey, depending on the day), and a blog quote I lean on that nods to my struggle with that. Being all-or-nothing isn’t always Christian of me, I know—God’s still sanding down those edges—but it’s who I am.

I’m a hard worker too, relentless like a wolf on the hunt. Great ideas pop into my head (humble brag), and I chase them down with everything I’ve got. Studying, learning, growing—it’s my fuel. I love God, my compass when the trail gets dark, and my kids and family are my why. Oh, and I’ve got this habit of sniffing out people who need help—less lone wolf, more “lone wolf with a side hustle in charity.” But here’s the catch: sometimes I trip over my own paws. Pride sneaks in, humility takes a nap, and boom, I’m eating dirt again. Still learning, still howling.

So yeah, a lone wolf fits me best—not the brooding, emo kind, but one with a spark. Independent but protective, stubborn but caring, fierce but flawed. I’m out there, leading when I must, loving hard, and occasionally tripping over my own tail—hopefully with a grin. What’s your animal? I’ll try not to overthink it for you.