Organized
Intelligent
Patient
Taker-on-of-all-things
well, I could go on, but I think you get the idea.
Then at the end of my 20's, I got married. I had a similar list for my husband.
He-who-could-do-no-wrong
He-who-always-knows-the-right-thing-to-do
He-of-infinite-wisdom
Then my 30's hit. And my imagined self kept bumping up against my "real" self. I found the puzzle pieces of my life when put together weren't creating the image I'd always thought they would. And the people in my life weren't who I'd imagined they were.
Conflict.
So I've spent the better part of my 30's coming to grips with who I am (at least a little more realistically) and saying good-bye to the idealized me. It's quite a humbling process.
And you know what, I'm quite okay with who I really am.
Viva la self-discovery! May it make me and those around me a lot happier with life.
