Wednesday, September 26, 2018

MULTIPLE PERSONALITIES




I have multiple personalities.

Well, that statement isn’t entirely true. Let’s say I have had multiple personalities during my life. You know, those things that can come to define us as a person, even if for a short time.

As a child, I was head and shoulders taller than anyone in my class, the girl who received the taunts on the playground about being the “fatty”, even though I was just normal-sized for someone my height.

In my teens, I was an insecure rebel. I played sports which helped boost my self-esteem, but I still pushed the limits. I was the typical angst-ridden teenager with big opinions.

In my early 20’s, I became a wife. My husband and I had a few years of travel and recreation. In my late 20’s I became a mother. My energy was then used to try to build a home and raise decent little humans. I was involved in community projects and local clubs.  My desire to really “be someone” was huge.

My thirties came, and I got busier--between working and my girl’s involvement in sports and clubs, it was a merry-go-round all the time. School, 4-H, basketball, church…life was a treadmill.

My forties only managed to get even busier, as my kids got older and more involved in things, and my husband and I began to travel some again. My daughters graduated and left home, and my life slowed down a bit, and turned more to work.

My fifties saw a change when we relocated. Different jobs and challenges were offset with a whole new area to explore and fun adventures were a weekly occurrence. I experienced life outside the small town.

My sixties have seen us move back home to be able to once again enjoy our family and the changes it is experiencing with the addition of sons and grandbabies. Life moves a little slower than it used to, with a lot less responsibility that it did in our younger years. Hair is grayer, body a little stiffer.

These days, when I look at my social media I can see myself in other’s posts. I see myself as a new mom, struggling to keep my sanity in a barrage of diapers, trying to stay the course with all the kid’s antics and stages. I see that young woman determined to “be somebody”, sometimes with an excess of explaining and posturing. I see that sports mom, out enjoying every game and every small victory. I see those brave souls who have traded their safe, comfy, everyday life for adventure. I go on every vacation and enjoy seeing places that I have not been, as well as revisiting those I have been to. I see the other grandmothers proudly showing their grands with much love. You see, I have been all these people. I have had happiness and heartache. I have soared with the eagles and hooted with the owls. Like a chameleon, I have changed my colors a million times. 

I find it interesting that people in general seem to have a great intolerance for anyone unlike themselves. It seems that they forget that, at one time, they could have been that person. Brash and hard spoken. Hard headed and stubborn.  Quiet and insecure. Fearful and unsure. We all change and evolve, some more than others. I love to look back at old photos, with the awesome hairstyles and trendy clothes! But most of all, I wish I could tell that young girl a few things! 

Things like,

Don’t worry so much what others think.

Stop baking yourself in the sun.

You are not as fat as you think you are.

You are so much smarter than you give yourself credit for.

Your talents are a gift, use them more.

Enjoy every minute with your babies-they grow up too quickly.

Enjoy your knees, you will miss them when they are gone.

Same for your teeth.

If everything goes as it should and we are truly experiencing this life, we are bound to change. Things don’t bother me like they used to. I don’t take other’s opinions to heart as I did in a younger version. I am content to have a different opinion than others, and I am not always compelled to tell them so (which I would have at one time.) I’m OK moving at a slower rate and “smelling the roses”.  I look forward to the future, and hope it is as much fun as the past has been!

Peace, friends! 




3 comments:

  1. So much of this rings true for me, as I expect it will for many others of an "advanced" age! Why, oh, why, don't we have this wisdom when we are going through these stages of life? Wouldn't it have made some things so much easier? Keep writing! I enjoy your musings!

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  2. Thanks for sharing your reflections & insights! Although our lives took very different paths after high school, I certainly found plenty to relate to & reminisce about! Thanks for being a friend—then and now!

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