It's supposed to be about ME. Jen at Sprite"s Keeper assignment was to write something about myself.
Well after years of living with me, I've finally realized a few things. I can tell you who I was. I guess I'm pretty much the same person, expect a little wiser, a little more retrospect, a lot less angst.
ME, ME, Me, Me, Me, me, me.
See that little me there at the end of the line. That's the me I like to be. Hopefully no one will notice me. At least not too much. It rare to be the middle me, but that is who I play most of the day. The big me, no way, no how. Okay, maybe when I'm really mad, then big Scary ME comes out. But is there a big vivacious ME? No. I like the middle, balance you know.
I'm a lazy woman but only when it comes to housework. Give me a project, work assignment, a job doing for others, cleaning someone else's home and I'm a dynamo. I'm an overachiever. I'll go beyond the call of duty. I'll think of every contingency, complete the task in lightening speed, stay until its done or obliterate every speck of dust.
Apparently I am in need of a lot of approval. I guess I do need to be noticed, and I get it through the work I do. It seems I need people to say good job, great presentation, the house never looked better. See that, I redirected your gaze at my work, not at me. Good job.
Here is one example of things I won't do for myself but will for someone else.
Like most women my age, I should lose weight. I should get more exercise. I want to be a healthier, a stealthier me. But will I do that for myself? No, it's not convenient right now. I don't feel it right now. I don't have the motivation the drive. All the excuses or permissions I give myself not to work out.
Well now I am dog-sitting Smokey. And guess what? Smokey usually lives with my 80 year old parents, so I know he doesn't get the exercise he needs to burn off extra energy or to keep healthy. So in my quest to do a great job, to do for someone or something else, to prove that I am the best dog-sitter in the world, Smokey walks every day for a mile and a half and we walk fast.
Every. Single. Effin. Day. And we both reap the benefits.
So me apparently needs to be needed to be the best me I can.
Now give yourself a hug and go to Sprite's Keeper to read more wonderful ME stories