Thursday, November 5, 2015

Not Meryl

Here's the thing: I'm not going to be Meryl Streep.

Or Tatiana Maslany.  Or Idina Menzel.  The woman who gets to act for thousands of people, to connect with thousands of people and make them see something wonderful.  I'm never going to be her.

I'm never going to be the world-renowned classicist, either.  You know, the one everybody defers to on the matter of Greek accent marks and their effects on pronunciation.  Not happening.

I'm not going to be the amazing musician, the famous blogger, or the eminent novelist.

I'm not going to be that super holy lady whom everyone goes to for advice and asks to be their kids' godmother.  

I'm not going to be the housewife who makes her own soap and bone broth and fresh bread on Saturdays.  

I'm not going to be an Etsy sensation.

I'm not going to be a great apologist or theologian.  

In all honesty, I'm probably going to keep being what I am: the uptight, holier-than-thou, antisocial grammar nazi with dirty hair and a smattering of education, who stays up all night and can't pay off her student loans.  Who loves her life and also occasionally, paradoxically hates it at the same time.  Whose eyes are always bigger than her ability to cope.  

Who adamantly refuses to believe that there isn't some bigger design and purpose guiding her life, even when it doesn't make sense.

Here's to Not Meryl Streep.

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