*Yes, it's been 2 months since I've written. Let's call it summer vacation*.
I've been thinking a lot lately about different sides to our personalities, the various ways that we can behave or react depending on the moment, the many hats we all seem to wear. We may be one person to a work colleague and someone entirely different to, say, a close friend. We can even change throughout the day. For example, I always call out my own "work personality", and she is someone very different from "Mommy" or "Party Girl". But when I'm at work, does that mean I cease being Mommy? Does my goodtime girl nature just disappear during those 8 hours a day, 5 days a week?
Of course not.
This is the wonderful thing about being a woman. We are all of these things, all of the time. Sometimes one part of who we are is just a little bit more obvious, it's visible, floating on the surface while the rest of our life experiences, our personal DNA, is pushed down, a little less clear, but still there nonetheless. And, more than that, we own who we are. I am exactly who I say I am. And no one has the authority to tell me otherwise.
I am a full-time mother. I am a full-time marketer. I am a full-time wife. I am a full-time best friend. I am a full-time party girl. I am a full-time daughter. I am a full-time perfectionist. I am a full-time maker of mistakes. I am indecisive and quick and lazy and motivated and loving and hurtful and open-minded and judgmental and smart and silly and sensitive and unthinking and joyous and blue and wonderful and weird.
I am all of these things, all of the time, simply because I am.
(I am, however, a part-time blogger. I know I can't slip that one past you, Gentle Reader.)