They confuse me, they entertain me, the frustrate me, they inspire me and they adore me.
I am many things to many people.
And I like having many people for many things in my own life – like specialists.
But I seem to be a generalist – which is fine, but not what I had expected I would be.
I am a communicator, a designer, a theorist, a student of the human condition, a cheater, a loyal friend, an activist, a divorcee, an advocate, a coach, a hot mess, a mentor, an artist, a writer, a mother and a public speaker, and people ask for my advice all the time.
My life’s journey has taken me through many places – some better than others.
Maybe that’s why my friends and family think my opinions and suggestions are worth seeking out. It’s probably because I’m familiar with a large cross-section of our world (OUR world, not THE world). And maybe it’s because I try hard not to judge. They know I will listen to them, ask lots and lots of questions to make sure I get as complete a 360 degree view of the situation as possible, and do my best to help them without making them feel worse about themselves or their predicament.
Ironically, it’s my own missteps and character flaws that make me valuable to other people.
It makes me smile (a little smile) that I could do that for them.