In this month's Fresh Horses Brigade, Eden is asking
- who the hell are you?'
I, for one, don't have a definitive answer.
Some days I don't have a clue what defines me anymore.
My home or (lack of) wealth?
My Irish heritage?
The way I treat others?
My love for my friends?
The company I keep?
My OCD tendencies?
My fondness for a a glass of bubbly and a wedge of cheese?
My need to be liked?
I wouldn't know which box I fit neatly into.
Primarily because I don't.
I'm pretty sure I've got an awkwardly balanced limb in multiple boxes most of the time.
Hey, right now my shape isn't conducive to getting in and out of any silly boxes anyway!
According to this bloggy spot, I'm a Mum and a runner.
A teacher and a waffler.
Is that it?
I don't know.
I do know that I'm a contradiction.
I'm fiercely independent - but often all I want is someone to take care of me for a change.
I love my Aussie lifestyle, but I miss my Irish roots and family.
I'm fit and healthy - but more than happy to devour a family block of chocolate in one sitting.
Sometimes I'm incredibly passionate about a cause, sometimes a complete fence sitter.
I'm not a girly girl at all. But I get excited about gorgeous things and love pretty?
I'm brave and bold - but so incredibly fraidy cat of failure.
I love that Hubby and I make a terrific team, though some days all I want is to do my own thing, at my own pace, in my own way.
I'm a go-getter, an active person - who sometimes can't find the motivation/energy to bring the washing in.
I'm a planner, a details person. Yet, I shrink away from making decisions for others.
I love clothing, shopping, coordinating - but never feel fashionable.
I'm strong, capable - physically and mentally. But when my family is threatened I crumble on the inside (and eventually the cracks starting showing on the outside!).
I'm highly social - but often stupidly shy, awkward, self conscious and uncomfortable in social settings.
I derive ridiculous satisfaction from choosing and giving gifts, but feel equally merry when buying myself a little something.
I'm house proud but the layer of dust coating the top of my dryer is shameful and our study is comparable to a bomb site.
I love the feeling of cooking or baking something delicious for my family - but also feel that a bbq chook and supermarket salad is a perfectly reasonable meal.
I'm over sensitive to other's criticism, but am sarcastic myself.
I hate that this post is choc - o -block full of "I", "I'm", me, me. me, me", but I'm writing it anyway!
I want to be a great wife and mother. It's a privilege. But I want to be Shar too.
Mostly though, I'm all about striving for balance.
I neeeed symmetry like my three year old neeeeds babycinos - so being a walking, talking contradiction is a-okay with me.
So, who the hell are you anyway???