My Life as Liz
Usually stories don't start out with a conclusion. As an English major I know that narrative stories start with a beginning, work their way up to a climax, and then fall to a conclusion. But this story that I'm about to tell begins with a conclusion.
I have come to the conclusion that my life, as Liz, as the young woman I have become, has been the definition of average. Not average in a bad way. Just average as in average, social norm, status quo. My life has been amazing; I am grateful to have the opportunities that have come to me, or rather that I have worked hard to achieve. I have traveled the world, I have made lifelong friends, and I have received an education that lands me a top spot in the group of the educated population in our country. I have a mother that has supported the decisions I have made, the chances I have taken, and the roads I have walked. My sister is especially close to me emotionally and factually, being that we were born two minutes apart on that cold night in January. All of these things are great and I thank God every day for all that I have in my life.
That being said, I cannot sing, I am not a dancer, nor an artist. I don't have a photographic memory or the ability to touch my tongue to my nose. My eyes are not a rare shade of green and I can't say the alphabet backwards. No one is trying to catch my drumstick at my band's concert. No one is cheering for me on the soccer field. My name is not being discussed among baseball scouts, nor is it being chanted from the student section. I don't have straight A's. I also didn't fail out of high school. I've never done drugs. I have never appeared in a movie or a play on stage. I have never been employee of the month. I don't want to sound like I am complaining; I am simply stating the facts. The facts of my life may be average, I have even been considered the "All-American Jane" aka, average. I do think I am strong, independent, and morally classy. Sometimes, I wish I was stronger, more independent, and had classier morals. Do all girls make the same bad decisions occasionally? Have other girls made the decisions I have made- good and bad? Does it even matter what the answer to that question is?
Instead of playing 20 questions, I am going to give answers, a solution to what might not even seem like a problem. When I fall in love, I want to be above average. I want someone to cheer for me, root for me, be my biggest fan. My love will not be a fan of himself, he will not be a fan of multiple me's. My real love will love me, he will love my family, he will love everything about me. My love will even swim through a tank of sharks if it meant he got to see me. You can bring me coffee to work and surprise me with flowers any day of the week, but those cliches cannot fade. And in a real, dedicated, true love- they will not. In life too many things are average. But the man that I fall in love with, the man that falls in love with me, and the love that we create will be anything but ordinary.
I have come to the conclusion that my life, as Liz, as the young woman I have become, has been the definition of average. Not average in a bad way. Just average as in average, social norm, status quo. My life has been amazing; I am grateful to have the opportunities that have come to me, or rather that I have worked hard to achieve. I have traveled the world, I have made lifelong friends, and I have received an education that lands me a top spot in the group of the educated population in our country. I have a mother that has supported the decisions I have made, the chances I have taken, and the roads I have walked. My sister is especially close to me emotionally and factually, being that we were born two minutes apart on that cold night in January. All of these things are great and I thank God every day for all that I have in my life.
That being said, I cannot sing, I am not a dancer, nor an artist. I don't have a photographic memory or the ability to touch my tongue to my nose. My eyes are not a rare shade of green and I can't say the alphabet backwards. No one is trying to catch my drumstick at my band's concert. No one is cheering for me on the soccer field. My name is not being discussed among baseball scouts, nor is it being chanted from the student section. I don't have straight A's. I also didn't fail out of high school. I've never done drugs. I have never appeared in a movie or a play on stage. I have never been employee of the month. I don't want to sound like I am complaining; I am simply stating the facts. The facts of my life may be average, I have even been considered the "All-American Jane" aka, average. I do think I am strong, independent, and morally classy. Sometimes, I wish I was stronger, more independent, and had classier morals. Do all girls make the same bad decisions occasionally? Have other girls made the decisions I have made- good and bad? Does it even matter what the answer to that question is?
Instead of playing 20 questions, I am going to give answers, a solution to what might not even seem like a problem. When I fall in love, I want to be above average. I want someone to cheer for me, root for me, be my biggest fan. My love will not be a fan of himself, he will not be a fan of multiple me's. My real love will love me, he will love my family, he will love everything about me. My love will even swim through a tank of sharks if it meant he got to see me. You can bring me coffee to work and surprise me with flowers any day of the week, but those cliches cannot fade. And in a real, dedicated, true love- they will not. In life too many things are average. But the man that I fall in love with, the man that falls in love with me, and the love that we create will be anything but ordinary.
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