Interesting quandary….

I have had the most delightful conversation with a very dear and very close friend.

She is one of my life sisters. I met her in NYC a few years back and we became fast friends. I again then had the joy of seeing her again this past month at a trade show it is was like time stopped.

We sat – we chatted – we drank red wine and chatted some more – so much to catch up on – so little time.

She posted the most amazing message today – “no matter where you go there you are” – being the smart ass I am – I countered with “and no matter where you are – there you go”.

My friends is so clever – her reply “but are you who you are -no matter what.. no matter where”

This got me to thinking – I did reply FYI – “the person I am at home and in life is different to the person I am at work. I try to be me at work but sometimes me is not who I need to be so I be someone else sometimes.

Her brilliant response “Work doesn’t count – it’s like the space between…you my jewel are just perfectly you”

My brain went into overtime and out popped a post.

We all have a role we play in life. Mother, daughter, sister, brother, parent.

Work Me – is not real Me. Work Me can be a bit of a bitch. OK – She can be a real bitch. I do try to leave Work Me at work as much as possible. Sometimes She follows me home and sneaks out but not because She is welcome but because She is part of me. I spend the better part of my week as Work Me. She has a high pressure job that is demanding. She deals with some interesting people that try Her patience daily. She is well paid for what She does…but She is not me.

Me is well…me – Home/Life me is a nice person I would like to think. I hope others thinks so. Home/Life me loves working outside and shovelling horse shit and slogging through mud and playing with kittens. She always has cold hands and wet feet and curses the bad weather. She loves her family so much and her friends and her horses and critters. She smells like barn and has hay in her hair most of the time. Home/Life me gets precious little time being Farm Me.

It’s mostly delegated to evenings and weekends. The weekends fly by and then it is back to Work Me.

It’s a delicate balance between Work Me and Home/Life Me. I would of course prefer to be Home/Life Me all the time – but Work Me pays the bills so I’ll put on Her clothes and make up and play the part of Her – it’s OK – but deep down – I am Farmer Me and I am a jewel because my dearest friend told me I am.