"Do not die before becoming the person you are meant to be. "
I found this in my notes and can’t attribute it to any one source. But it made me pause.
When I was young, I wanted to be a horse.
I played horses with my cousins probably from the age of 4 until I was around 8.
I know.
Pathetic.
But it was Iowa, before Star Wars, Darth Vader, Spiderman, and Ninja Turtles.
Summer evenings, my cousins and I would pretend to be horses, trotting, galloping and whinnying around the yard. A herd of wild stallions. (But I was a GIRL stallion.) One unlucky cousin would have to play the rancher, trying to catch us and lead us into an imaginary pen.
During cold Iowa winters, I would gallop through the house on my hands and knees with some little cousin running after to hop on my back and ride ‘em cowboy.
I would buck them off, too wild to be tamed and tackled.
I guess a little bit of that wild horse still lives within me.
Just a little.
Refusing to be tamed and tackled
into other’s ideas of who I should be or could be.
Instead ...
I will continue to grow into the woman I am meant to be.
Whoever that person is ...
because I have not met her yet.
Have you?