She struts down the city streets with a travel mug full of tea in her hands and heels click-clacking away on the pavement. She has a huge purse on her shoulder and a phone wedged between that shoulder and her ear, which has gorgeous dangly earrings on it. She's wearing clothes that are fashionable, but not too fashionable. Inside her big purse, she has files for work, notepads, her phone, makeup, a stray apple, and her wallet. Inside that wallet are her credit cards, money, and pictures of her family. She has a husband. She has three daughters and one son. She has two dogs.
And on that phone she's talking to one of her many employees. She's on her way to her business's headquarters. She has a meeting to get to. She has to walk fast, or else she'll be late, and that'll look bad, because she is the boss after all. But she's got it under control.
She works from Mondays-Fridays. 8 AM- 3 PM. She likes her schedule. On Fridays, she and her husband go out to dinner. Her husband works too, but they both manage to spend time with their kids everyday. She has a nice house, well, two actually. One in the suburbs of the big city, and one up by the lake. She takes her family skiing every winter. Her oldest child is her son, then came a daughter, then the twins. The kids all do exceptionally well in school. Well, they have to because their mother and father were the same way.
She remembers the days when she wrote on the school newspaper, dreaming of becoming a journalist someday. Her work has payed off. She's the boss. With her free time, she attends PTO meetings, yoga classes, helps the kids with homework, thinks of something new to write for the magazine, and cooks dinner and runs with her dogs.
She loves her job, her family, her house, her life. She's happy and successful. She's the "It Girl" in her mind. But she isn't self-centered. No. She's just content.
Pause. Rewind about 25 years.
Keep going.
Okay, press play now.
She walks down the hallways at school with a water bottle in her hands and Sperry Topsiders padding on the tile. She has a huge backpack on her back and a textbook wedged between her arm and her chest. She wears clothes that are fashionable sometimes, and other times not. Inside her big backpack, she has all her books for school, lotion, cough drops, her lunch, and her phone. Inside that phone are pictures of her friends and family. She has a mom. She has a dad. She has a sister and a dog.
And on that phone she's texting one of her friends, trying to figure out what to do next Friday and planning her AP Euro project at the same time. She needs to walk fast, or else she'll be late, and being late to class is not good. But she's got it under control.
She goes to school from Mondays-Fridays. 8 AM- 3 PM. She likes school. Fridays are they days she spends with friends. Both her parents work, but they manage to spend time with their two daughters everyday. She has a nice house. A house in the suburbs of a big city. She and her family go on vacations sometimes, but not all the time. She and her older sister do exceptionally well in school. Well, they have to, because they want a good future.
She dreams of becoming a journalist because she loves writing so much. She's on the school newspaper. She isn't the boss, but someday she hopes to be. With her free time, she's a member of the speech team, goes to theatre classes, dances, does homework, writes on her blog, and cooks dinner and takes pictures of her dog.
She loves her activities, her family, her house, her life. She's happy and successful. She's the "It Girl" in her mind. But she isn't self-centered. No. She's just content.
Who might this person be? Hmm. Is it Becky or Katie or Samantha or Jane? Is it me or her? One may just never know.
