I've been wanting to blog for a while now and thinking about what to blog about is a challenge because I have to ask myself: what kind of girl am I? As I look at other blogs about vegan cooking, weeknight partying, extreme couponing or whatever the latest TLC or MTV craze, I just have to say I'm not that kind of girl... When my friends asked me to go camping this weekend, I joyfully replied yes to that Facebook event. But when I asked my coworkers what to bring on a camping trip, they laughed and said, "I just don't think you are that kind of girl!" When I saw an old friend on a reality show flaunting herself for fifteen minutes of fame about her extreme weight-loss for her wedding along with a sad story of how she used to be Bulimic....I just have to say that I am not that kind of girl. When I met with a lady at work today who has four kids and loves being a stay-at-home mom at the age of 29, I think, I am just not that kind of girl... So I have to ask: what kind of girl am I?
Something I love about being in my mid-twenties is that the answer to that can change quite frequently and really nobody cares. If you are in high school and you decide to change your wardrobe style, hair color, music taste or the type of boy you like, then you might be doomed to be the social outcast of your friends only to wander the halls for a week or two before you cling to some other group desperate to not be a lone wolf among a pack of hyenas. But when you are 25 and you dye your hair from light brown to black or change jobs four times in a year from doing makeovers to selling insurance, then the biggest person you worry about judging you is your overly concerned mother.
So what if I still don't know what career path I really want or haven't decided if I really like the city I picked up and moved to on a slight whim exactly a year ago this week? The worst thing that can happen to me is that I have to tell people at social gatherings, like the wedding I was at this weekend, "No, I don't know what I am going to do and no I am not using my graduate degree in Religious Studies." If their blank or confused looks bother me, then I probably should prioritize my list of people I really care about receiving their opinions.
The best thing is that figuring out what kind of girl *correction* woman that I am is definitely finding out who truly loves me for me. Those people tend to me very few and far between. They are people I've sometimes not appreciated as much as they should have been appreciated, but they are still there for me. Those people are: my mom, my Nana, my girl friend in San Francisco who never judges, my coworker who loves all the same things I love and my girl friend back home who is having a tough time in her life but our friendship is growing stronger. Those people don't really care about the exterior woman that the world will see, but they care about who I have always been.
I've been a good daughter, a shoulder to cry on, diligent hard worker, passionate story-teller and loving friend. And they actually like me even though they understand that I like to take the best bite of any scrumptious dessert, demand to eat Mexican food just about anytime we go out, can talk about make-up all day long, can't be in small spaces for longer than five minutes without a panic attack, have the worst taste in music, will occasionally go through a leopard print phase and yes sometimes complains about every little thing that bothers me about anyone or anything I find extremely irritating.
Speaking of being a passionate story-teller, this is probably the most favorite trait I have according to my friends and family. Somehow very simple things happen to me that turn into elaborate stories that have my friends laughing till their sides hurt and wine comes out of their noses... it just happens like that. Many funny stories of somewhat and seemingly implausible daily events in my life are yet to come.
So I guess that is the kind of girl I am; 25 year old young professional woman still wandering through the halls of life because I recently found out another group I don't quite fit into yet I am embracing the hyenas in my life so I can ignore the heckling laughter and move onto whatever my real purpose is...No matter what that purpose ends up being, I will guarantee that I will strive to polish and perfect myself to be the best woman I can be. I feel there are many women out there feeling this way and will relate to being on the edge of being that perfectly polished woman they pictured they would be. Can you?
