I have been thinking a lot lately about not only what other people think about me but what I think they think about me and what in heck do I think of myself. Who am I when there is no one watching? I always try to be a good moral person. I stop to help people cross the street (there is a blind guy that lives near the liquor store and he always tries to cross thru a very busy intersection) whom I have helped on more than one occasion. So yes I volunteer, help at the school, hospice and other charity events. But that isn’t all that I am.
Does a job define who a women is and what she does? I have had several careers throughout my life but I have never truly followed thru on any of them. I high school drop out and a college dropout to boot. Besides those little set backs I believe that I have been successful. I have worked at the Board of Trade, I understand stock markets and commodities. I have started in restaurants as a server and excelled to Assistant General Manager in less than 4 years. When I want to just chill and bring in cash serving is so satisfying to me. It allows me real estate to sell ME. But at the same time not me. I feel like I am on stage and I am in a play acting as you would want a server to act. I have pretended to be nice so long that its not an act anymore.
When I describe myself to a person: strong, smart, happy, easy going, business oriented, family oriented and a good wife and mother. If I describe the hidden me… drunk, addicted, cheater, thief, stoner, lazy…. this list goes on.