So I think I am becoming my own example. Today my grandmother is pressing on my mind. I am thinking of her passing and the influence she had on me. My grandmother (Maxine) was really really alive every day. She lived until 94, every day celebrating being alive. And she has been such an inspiration to me. She lived all alone the last 20 years, but was never lonely. She had an active social life, church life and family life. She never quit, ever. She told me, don’t stop. Be thirsty, be honest but caring. Grandma had her nose in everything, she was curious and loved to laugh. She did not let life get her down, she kept going.
And then I thought of my mom who passed 3 years ago, and all the inspiration she gave me. She was bold, fierce. She took crap from no one. Honestly my mom had other issues and ended up allowing her demons to push away many friends and family that loved her. But the parts that inspired me, she would fight for what she loved. She never let anyone tell her what to do. She was artistic, flamboyant and in your face. She loved strongly. She was amazing.
My dad’s mom, Grandma Stell passed away more than 20 years ago. She had a laughter to her life. She always wanted to have fun. She was southern to the core and sweet tea was always in the house. She would take 3 different artificial Christmas trees, make them into one and called it “pretty”. Married multiple times, again a woman who never gave up. She loved hard, she loved me, she loved my dad. Oh my gosh, she would defend her family,
So all of these women who have loved and raised me are passed now. And I am a mix of all of them. All of their examples, all of their lessons have found their way into me. Everyone of them was strong and stood on her own in her own way. I realize that I do not have to be Mom, or Little Grandma, or Grandma Stell, I get to be Sandy. And that takes nothing from them. They did not live in another’s shadow but shone their own light. I shine my own light, I beat my own drum. I take the best from all, and become my own example. I become my own inspiration.
All of these women lived and died a simple life. None of them became famous, none of them left a mark beyond their own family, friends and lives. No one wrote a book, they were not politicians or great humanitarians. 100 years from we will hard pressed to find a memory, but I remember. And I am here now, and that matters. This is how life goes on. We lives our lives best we can. I take all that I have been blessed with build my life. I leave my mark on the world, be it simple or not.
So more and more I become my own example. I live my life no one else’s. I honor all of those women before who lived their own lives. I see how different they were and each life was beautiful. They made their choices, they became who they really were, no apologies. And I can do that too. I become myself, no one else. And I make no apologies. I can see other examples, I can see the fierceness, the laughter, the lovingness, and the strength. And instead of saying that is how I want to live, who I want to be, I can just be those qualities. It takes nothing from those who have gone before, there is enough for everyone. So instead of saying, this is who I want to be, I become it and say ” This is Who I Am.”
And so it is……