How many versions of me are there out in the world? Clichés tell me that there’s a different version of me in the minds of everyone I’ve ever met.
There’s the daughter me; the one who’s broke and the perpetual student. The one with the worst luck and the need to over-schedule family events.
There’s the sister me; the oldest, the bossiest, the unluckiest. The one who has it together. the one who lives in organized chaos.
There’s the Christian me; the one who’s a good example, a mindful person, and a cheerful soul. The one who loves to sing and uplift others.
There’s the student me; the one who can’t study, the one who hands things in at 11:59, the one who lives on coffee. The one who takes charge of group projects. The student advocate. The national board of directors’ member.
There’s work me; the one who collaborates and compromises. The one that’s always on time. The attentive and helpful one. The one who works well with everyone.
There’s friend me; the one who texts back quickly and is always available. The one who is up late. The one who stress bakes. The one who carries others. The single one.
There’s social media me; the one who posts irregularly. The social advocate. The liberal. The one who wants more orange in politics, the pro-choice and pro-pharmacare one. The healthcare advocate. The family-centred one.
Then there’s the me I know.
Hope this finds you well,
-L
Sight Unseen 