My friend, Angela, sent me this clip a couple weeks ago, with the disclaimer, I don’t know why it makes me think of you, but it does… – which to me is one of the best things ever.
It’s like getting a surprise gift in the mail or a bouquet of flowers at the end of a long day; it’s Kindness in Action, it’s taking 16 seconds out of your day to let another know that you’re thinking of them.
And it’s kind of my favorite.
Her observations couldn’t have been closer to the truth.
I think about where I was a year ago: Cancan was less than two months’ old, and I was preparing to return to work full-time and finish one of two classes left for my graduate degree. I was a non-profit director – and apparently also a wife and a new mama and a friend (when and if there was ever time), along with all of the other labels I proudly, hurriedly affixed to myself.
As fall swung into full gear, it became obvious that what had been a good fit was not a great fit anymore. But I’m a pretty stubborn kid, who also has a tendency to believe that she’s part Superwoman, part Wonder Woman, so with superhero cape tangled under my arms and caught in my legs and covering my eyes, I was finally rendered useless to fly.
And, as you know, flying is an essential quality of a superhero.
Instead, I crashed and burned and skidded and scraped, and through tears – many, many tears – finally realized that it was time to put the cape to rest.
So I quit.
And as I wrote last week, it’s been a good-hard eight months, but in all, like the young girl in the clip, I do feel like my Oh, hey guys… is slowly but surely turning into a whaaat uuuup.
Because I’m stepping more and more into who I am and what I was created to be, even if I’m not all the way “there” yet – even if I still haven’t gotten a paycheck for writing or actually made it in the industry. But I’m content; I know that I’m where I’m supposed to be, and that starting over and being me and entering into the here and now of this still-new season takes time. As Jeannie-friend commented last week, if you haven’t been yourself in the past, it’s time to define you.
I couldn’t agree more.
So, who are you? Who were YOU created to be? And how’s it going trying to sport that superhero cape?
We all have a different level of what we can – and can’t handle, but if what you need is permission to wriggle out of the cape you’ve placed on your shoulders, I give that to you.
Hugs and kisses, although I-still-really-really-want-to-fly,
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