Be yourself because everyone else is taken … Oscar Wilde.
It’s not easy being me. Problem number one: I don’t know who I am. Yea, yea, I know my name, where I live, and even recognized my husband in bed this morning.
But think about, mother calls and I am the girl she raised. Hang up the phone, husband enters, I’m the woman he married. Sometimes I’m the bossy big sister, oldest of 6 siblings.
At the office I am an executive assistant; organized, professional, a trouble-shooter, confidant, gopher, and now replaceable by someone in Mexico. I’m a mother, grandmother, aunt, friend, fellow trouble maker.
What I fantasize about the most, when left to my own resources, is travel. The farther and more different the better. What I do need to do is learn how to be my own best friend. Not my worse enemy or most vehement critic. I label myself a scatter brained perfectionist. Have a checkerboard of interests, too many to complete in one lifetime. Heard once that if you have never made a mistake that you have never tried anything new. Well, let’s put it this way, I’ve tried a lot of new things.
Be who you are and say what you feel, because those who mind don’t matter and those who matter don’t mind. Dr. Seuss
It always seemed that describing myself is akin to trying to hit a moving target. I am a constantly moving target. Just about the time I think I have me figured out, Bam! Everything changes, all bets are off.
I spent years, maybe decades reading self-help and self-improvement books. Written from so many angles it makes my head spin. Then one happy day I discovered an article. Don’t remember when, or who wrote it. The author claims that reading self-improvement books implies that we are somehow broken. Not OK, damaged. To me this means that I am already a finished creation that got knocked of the mantle while dusting and need repair. It also means that I’m all I ever will be and that my whole life is behind me.
Well I prefer the “work in progress” theory. Instead on obsessing on what I need to fix or improve I am going to focus on the creation process. The raw materials are the gifts that God gave me and my life experiences so far. Good or bad, they are mine.
Will I end up looking like a patched together old house? One room at a time added over the years. Or will I be an arboretum full of exotic plants? A combination of both? I think it would be fun to be a dandelion. The first spring breeze carries me on the wind to places unknown.
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