Who am I? This is the question we all ask ourselves at one point or another. Having spent the better part of 30-something years trying to answer this question, I can confidently say that I am who I am, and I will make no apologies for myself. I have my good traits and my bad, and I try to find a balance between the two.
Like anyone else, I go by different monikers. On any given day, I alternate between mother, fiancée, English instructor, and sarcastic customer on the line with a script-reading phone representative. In any of these roles, I can go from pleasant to pissed off in under sixty seconds, but I try to maintain a constant speed. A steady flow of coffee and Merlot helps keep my engine running.
Life is often a tug-of-war I am playing with myself. Sometimes I win, and sometimes I lose. Many times I find myself to be a walking contradiction. Case in point: I will scream at the sight of a dead cricket in the sink on the same day that I smash a spider with my bare hand as it scuttles across the floor. And despite being both a procrastinator and a perfectionist, I somehow managed to earn a graduate degree.
Though I try not to live by clichés, I have heard it said that life is what you make of it. If you are given lemons, make lemonade. What will I make of life? Only time will tell, but I’m leaning toward 85% extra dark chocolate — richly bitter, with the right hint of sweetness.
Hi, it will probably sound crazy but i could have been reading my own description of ‘who am i?’ in what you have written above!!
..almost every word – except i still havn’t come to terms with who i am. I keep apologising for myself all the time.. mostly because -
‘I can go from pleasant to pissed off in under sixty seconds’
‘I find myself to be a walking contradiction’
‘being both a procrastinator and a perfectionist’
‘Life is often a tug-of-war I am playing with myself’
‘Having spent the better part of 30-something years trying to answer this question’
- what to do..??
Like yesterday, i sounded off my son’s school bus driver for hitting him (http://anidealistthinker.wordpress.com/2011/08/05/until-today-afternoon/) – while in the evening, i did exactly the same thing (hit my 5-year old) !!! ..and cried after – but what good did that do to anyobdy?
P.S. – On any given day, I alternate between mother, wife, daughter-in-law, sarcastic customer on the line with a script-reading phone representative (i have stopped calling now – only write emails to c.care), architect, aspiring writer – desperate to fit myself somewhere.
Thanks for making me feel (through your writing) that it was ok for me to ramble here.
May God help you do right always.
I like your writing, and I don’t know if what I’m doing is your cup of tea, but it would be fun if you would check it out, it’s a “letter-writing”-blog!
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I think we’re from the same batch of Play Dough. Love your writing and your blog.
Libby
Thanks! I like to think I’m made of purple Play Doh!
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