
Ever since I started college, I've been trying to be this strong, independent, intellectual, driven woman. Its a hard thing to do. This desire probably developed from seeing these women in college all dolled up all of the time, seemingly just looking for a husband with a bright future. I've always had dreams and desires for some type of graduate degree and never wanted to feel like I left it all to become a cleaning and organizing robot of a household. I use to tell my mom growing up, I wanted to marry a pansy husband to cook and clean while I'll be the one watching monday night football. I think I've realized trying to be this tough individual person has made me become overwhelmed and struggling to admit I can't do eveything.
In high school, I really could do everything. I managed to have 2 serious boyfriends, receive three superior rating on vocal solos at the state level, debated and did extemporaneous speaking for two years winning many awards, participated in show choir, played the flute and bassoon in band and also lead the drum line my senior year, took almost very advanced class available, became the first female poll vaulter from Alva, and other things. I did lots. And then I went to college. I think I am still learning that despite my talents, I do have limits and I need to not push myself too hard. I am competitive and tough, but I think my problem is that I'm too tough on myself. In the end, I'm afraid I am much like the crashed hummer. I look all tough (well probably more act like I'm tough) but when it comes to crunch time, I'm really quite a softy. Trying to work on balancing this more, but hopefully never reach the point I look like a push over. I think I would feel like I lost it all if people started thinking I'm a softy. Then what's to say my loving little brothers would not gang up on me and stage a coup? Before I know it, my brothers might start called me "little sis" and stealing my stuff...
-Kristy