I am a lot of things. No two people, including my children, know the same 'Sara'. Sounds pretty flaky. However, the way I see it, no two people bring out the same 'Sara', and for this I am thankful.
I have those who use me as a safe for their secrets. Those who bounce ideas off of me. Some who require a confidence boost. Others that talk me off of the ledge. I have partners in crime, drinking buddies, friends who talk sh!t and others who wouldn't say sh!t even if their mouth was full of it. I have people who see me as a role model and others that see me as insecure and weak. I have friends, family, competitors, ego boosters, and deflators,...and for each of these there are predecessors and likely successors. Each and every one of these people see me in their own way. I serve a purpose/role for them and they do the same for me.
I am forever connected to them, but for different reasons. They were my 1st. They were my last. They were a teacher. They were a student. Some are my past, some my present and some will be my future. The amount of time spent in my life may be a forgotten moment, while others are in it until the end.
In each person I attract or repel, I know it is because of something similar shared...and to me that has a significance I once never considered. The good, the bad, the ugly...all have an impact on who I am.
I am more than the obvious role of friend, family, lover,.... I am the 4am ride from the airport. I am the stolen wallet from my dorm room. I am the borrowed $, the wet socks, the benched athlete, and the black eye.
As I get older, I grow. I become more. Who I am, is defined by my experiences which I share with both those I know intimately and those I will never know their name.
Who am I? Why, I am Sara of course.
Stay happy & healthy
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Great blog, Jo.
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