The more mature I become, the less serious I take myself. I’ve learned to accept my idiosyncrasies and quirks because they have helped to shape my individuality. I marvel at my own ability to reinvent myself so often and so well that even people who see me often sometimes do not recognize me. I often find it curious how people react towards me when I walk into a room, until I catch a glimpse of myself in a mirror and think “Who is that? Oh, that’s me!” I’m proud of my resilience and ability to learn quickly. I even find my own state of organized chaos to be laughable at times. Everything must be in its proper place, but my house is a mess. The minute I clean up, I can’t find anything.
When it comes to my professional life, I’m on point, at all times. I have goals, ideas and plans that are thoroughly executed from thought to implementation and beyond. However, my personal life is sometimes confusing, with all of its ups, downs and unknowns. My love life is even more confusing, with the lack of consistency and the constant “getting to know someone new” process, which is both exhausting and disconcerting. Needless to say, my resiliency comes in very handy, more so in my personal life.
The ME that I know best is silly, funny, competitive, and hardworking, yet still enjoys watching animated movies and cartoons. I like to cook and eat. I don’t like cleaning, but do it because it needs to be done and I’m particular about how. I dislike exercising, but I do it because I want to maintain my health and appearance. I love to travel, but I don’t like standing in lines to get where I’m going. Music soothes me emotionally and spiritually, evidenced by my music collection and taste, which are very diverse. I’m “positive” in my outlook on life the majority of the time, but I deal in harsh realities. I know that although I want everything, there will always be something that isn’t meant for me to have. I expect too much of myself because I have been blessed with so much. I believe I can always to do better, even when I know I’ve done my best. As much as I’d like life to be clear and concise, black and white, there are several things that are in shades of gray and beige, which I may never fully understand, but have to accept regardless.
As a result, I have learned not to take myself too seriously. I’ve learned to hug the girl I once was and love the woman that I am. I’ve tried to learn from my past, so that I don’t repeat it in my future. I’ve raised my child to be the man I never had in hopes that he’ll get married and have children of his own that love him as much as he loves me. When I get upset I turn to my favorite comedians and movies to make me laugh.
As Superas I am, and I have earned the title twice over, I am also human. I have had good days and bad, just like anyone else. I have challenges and obstacles that throw me off temporarily, just like anyone else in my position my encounter. I get my feelings hurt and I am disappointed by others, just like anyone else has. I have kryptonite in various forms in my life, often shiny and distracting, however, never permanently damaging to me. But it’s all a part of my journey and I’m thankful for it all. And when I’m most pleased with myself, I take time to pull on my Betty Boop night shirt, bamboo socks, cuddle up with my stuffed animal, pull out the Godiva chocolate and watch a Disney movie. What gives me individuality today hopefully will make me eccentric in my old age. I hope that when that day comes, I still won’t take myself too seriously.