All the world’s a stage, and all the men and women merely players, they have their exits and their entrances and one man in his time plays many parts.
-William Shakespeare
I often joke about reinventing myself and the response that comes back is, “again?”. Looking back at old photographs there’s been lots of reinventing and sometimes I wonder, where did she go and what is she doing now? Just as each stage in my life required a different me, I needed to be a different mindset to appreciate those stages. The 16-year-old me would have never appreciated the 20-year-old me. The 20-year-old me definitely would not have appreciated the 26-year old me. That 20 year old would’ve been scared shitless at the thought be becoming a Mom and guardian of another life. Now when I compare the image looking back at me, to imagines in those photographs of me at 16, 20, 30, even 40. None compares to this 50+year old soul I see staring back at me.
This infinite soul that knows the clock is ticking faster each day, that the hours can no longer be wasted on frivolous actions that won’t bring it joy, peace or happiness. Call it intuition, call it a survival mechanism but at some point in our lives, reinventing ourselves no longer becomes an option, it becomes mandatory. Why? Because we cannot spend the rest of our time on this Earth acting the same scene we’ve been acting during our first, second or third acts.
Simply Etta 