A CELEBRATION

OF

BEING

ME

It would seem that my family's always known that I would become something, a somebody, do something to make a difference, and what-have-you.  And they didn't hesitate to tell me so, either to me directly, or in passing.  Ever since I can remember, I had always been the favorite grandson (even when I was an unbearable little devil to my grandparents as a boy... I'm so grateful to them), favorite nephew, and even cousin.  This, of course, was my Mom's side of the family.

Not many people know--not the ones that matter to me anyway--but I haven't always had it easy in life.  In fact, I had it downright hard.  Even at such difficult times, the supportive side of the family would remind me no one great ever made it without a hardship in life.  I truly belived it all.  Apparently, deep inside, I also have always thought that I'd make something of myself.

The truth is, I don't know--no one knows, quite obviously--if I'll become anything worth anybody's time someday but, even as I type this very line, I think I am; I FEEL I am headed somewhere great in life.

Is this just a temporary state of elated mind or, even worse, a baseless whim?  Does it even matter?

Ever since I finally found out what I wanted to do with my life a couple of months back, I've been feeling, shall we say, purified.  As I decided on that one career path, the ever-elusive "me" came into clearer view; I had found myself, if I may be allowed another hackneyed phrase.  Sure, some adjustments still had to be made in "me" post-self-discovery, but now it seems I'm nearing completion day by day.

Up until very recently, never had I walked away from a crowd who had just been paying attention to what I had to say about what I am and do and opine feeling full.  Full, not in mere content or delivery of my speech, but in the degree to which the way I carried myself in front of the crowd reflected the ideal me existing then only in my head.  More important than even that, was that I wasn't acting like the ideal me.  I was BEING my own ideal image.  Simply put, I was me.

Haha, there.  "I was me."  That says it all.