I’m a woman. I’m a wife. I’m a daughter, a sister, a friend.
I’m an employee. I’m a volunteer. I’m a coach. I’m a leader. I’m a teammate.
I’m an artist. I’m an author. I’m precious. I’m chosen. I’m loved.
As I get older (and hopefully slightly wiser) the more I have to learn to let go of things I can’t control, which is hard when some of these things affect daily living.
Things that have no answers or explanations. Things that seem so completely unfair and unbelievably ironic.
I hit the ripe old age of 25 recently, and have for some time been pondering the type of qualities I would like to have as i grow older, regardless of what I’m doing in the future.
The more I deal with people outside of my usual circle, the more I learn how focused people are on their own worlds, so much so that they forget theirs isn’t the only one.
The more time I spend around these people, the more I don’t want to become one of them.
I want to be someone who people know they can turn to, no matter the time or circumstance.
I want to be someone who is gracious and understanding, who speaks encouragement, truth, life and love into peoples lives. Someone who shows people their value, that they are precious, regardless of what the world may have told them.
I want to be someone who chooses to take the high road, regardless of how I’m treated, someone who recognises that I am not perfect and is able to use that to empathise with others in unfortunate situations.
I want to be someone who asks how someone’s day is going, not to be polite, but because I genuinely want to know.
I want to be someone who sees, hears, feels and tastes the world the way my creator does.
There is much more that I don’t know compared with what I do.
One thing I do know is who I am and the image I am created in.
I know who I want to emulate and who I do not.
And while there are many things in life that don’t make sense, I hope I can always make sense of this.
So, who are you?