That I changed?
From a naive 19 year old to a mature 35 year old, I've been transformed into a person that my near and dear ones cannot recognise, accept or appreciate?
Is it possible?
That my metamorphosis into a woman I always thought I would be: confident, happy and satisfied, is suddenly making people around me uncomfortable and unsure of the 'real' me?
Is it possible?
That this so called 'new' me is infact simply a resurgence of my inherent character? That somewhere deep inside I have ALWAYS been this way; I was merely lost for a few years.
Is it possible?
That my desire to reach out and love all of humanity, accept each person who comes in to my life with equal pleasure, embrace each relationship and cherish each interaction as a joyous and memorable opportunity for personal growth, suddenly making people think I am 'easy'?
Is it possible?
To understand that my interactions with people are on a 'human' level; intense, yet sublime, passionate, yet sober, freaky, yet serious?
Is it possible?
That my loved ones will love me 'no matter what' and stop expecting me to face the line of fire every now and then?
Is it possible?
11 comments:
I think I understand your perspective. There comes a stage when we get tired of doing things to meet expectations and want to be what we think we are.
People keep the old image and sometimes find it difficult to comprehend the change. However, the people who love you will continue to do so, if they feel the change is making you happy.
It IS possible! :-) Nice post!
Metamorphosis is a natural process. We cannot stop it.
Mental strength and determination overides all kinds pf perception. Nothing is impossible. sometimes it happens quickly and for some it takes time. Patience..
Hi,Ritu-let me just say'Yes,it's possible-and,to remain positive through the odds of life is tough,but, again possible'.For more,do check out my other blog'http://amitsinspirations.blogspot.com'.:)
BTW,I used the jokes in my latest post.Tks:)
Hey Paradox: Yes! I believe you. It has happened. I think it was also the fear that my loved ones had of dealing with a more 'emancipated' me...
Hey Pretty Woman: Thanks :-)
Hi Jayaram: I value your words..greatly... Thank you!
Hey Amit: Your post on the other blog was JUST what the doctor ordered... Thank you buddy!
Thanx for ur comment and am touched that U r following MY blog!
Have been reading urs and have always wondered where and how all that maturity of thought comes to one? Anyways thanx again...And yes I relate so very well with most of ur random quirks.. LOL..
I think I got to learn a lot from u about babies...
:)
Holyash
Hey Holyash: Yea.. Ive been following your blog coz I found that you write straight from the heart!
Chechi!!!!
Metamorphosis,, that's a must process in every woman's life. Thats the part, where she feels more meaningful, I eel proud that you juggle up all these roles and play them with perfection,, A little apprehension wouldn't hurt, and these little changes actually strengthens you....
Good luck
And more over! Everything is possible,
Trust me, Take it from this incurable eternal optimist!!!
Just reminded of this article by Erma Bombeck... I dedicate to thee...
WHEN GOD CREATED MOTHERS . . .
When the good Lord was creating mothers, He was into His sixth day of overtime when the angel appeared and said, You’re doing a lot of fiddling around on this one.
The Lord said, Have you read the specs on this order?
she has to be completely washable, but not plastic;
Have 180 movable parts . . . all replaceable;
Run on black coffee and leftovers;
Have a lap that disappears when she stands up;
A kiss that can cure anything from a broken leg to a disappointed love affair;
And six pairs of hands.
The angel shook her head slowly and said, “Six pairs of hands? No way.”
“It’s not the hands that are causing me problems,” said the Lord. “It’s the three pairs of eyes that mothers have to have.”
“That’s on the standard model?” asked the angel.
The Lord nodded. “One pair that sees through closed doors when she asks, ‘What are you kids doing in there?’ when she already knows. Another here in the back of her head that sees what she shouldn’t but what she has to know, and of course the ones here in front that can look at the child when he goofs up and say, ‘I understand and I love you,’ without so much uttering a word.”
“Lord,” said the angel, touching His sleeve gently, “Come to bed. Tomorrow–”
“I can’t,” said the Lord. “I’m so close to creating something so close to myself. Already I have one who heals herself when she is sick . . . can feed a family of six on one pound of hamburger . . . and can get a nine-year-old to stand under a shower.
The angel circled the model of a mother very slowly and sighed. “It’s too soft.”
“But tough!” said the Lord excitedly. “You cannot imagine what this mother can do or endure.”
“Can it think?”
“Not only think, but can reason and compromise,” said the Creator.
Finally the angel bent over and ran her finger across the cheek.
“There’s a Leak,” she pronounced. “I told you were tying to put too much into this model.”
“It’s not a leak,” said the Lord. “It’s a tear.”
“What’s it for?”
“It’s for joy, sadness, disappointment, pain, loneliness, pride.”
“You are a genius,” said the angel.
The Lord looked somber. “I didn’t put it there.”
Hi Barath: Thank you! The post about moms is just so true....made me all mushy and teary.... Erma Bombeck rocks!!
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