Adaptable

It is good to be what we are.

Magazines and books, television and the Internet would have us believe that it is difficult to know what that is.  I used to think that, but now I think it was because I wanted to be something I thought was more exotic or exciting than I thought I was.

I wanted to be sophisticated and elegant, acerbically witty and brilliant!  I wanted to be all those people I liked to watch and read about.  It never occurred to me that I was only learning about pieces of their lives, usually the best pieces.

Most people write about life's extremes, but there is an awful lot of ground in between and that's a good thing!  When there isn't, the word bi-polar comes to mind.

The enduring me came out and made herself visible a few years ago.  At first I thought she was just another reflection, one of those ephemeral mes who shows up when I am in a relationship.  I was raised to be a helpmate so I always thought that couldn't be the real me.  I thought I had been turned into a sort of Odo from Star Trek, a creature who took on the shape of those around him.

It slowly dawned on me that that is who he is!  And this is who I am!

I am adaptable.  I have other parts too because I am not just a character in a movie or book and I am not just a segment of my life.  I am whole and real and strong -- and adaptable!