Is You Is or Is You Ain’t? This is the question. I’m thinking a lot about the importance of self-knowledge, i.e., knowing who you are, what you want, what fits and what doesn’t.
I keep hearing that song in my head, “Is you is or is you ain’t my baby, if you ain’t then don’t confess it now” except that I’m really only thinking about the first seven words and how they pertain to me.
Who am I now? Who am I without the title, without the invites, without the staff?
Can I follow after having been so used to leading? Can I swallow my pride, corral my ego, and control my need to share what I know and think to be the support player on the team?* Circumstances dictate that I do. Doesn’t mean I have to like it. Doesn’t mean I’ll embrace it permanently. A woman has to do what a woman has to do.
Is I is or is I ain’t? I’m figuring it out one day at a time.
*It is vastly different when you do the grunt work because, as director of the project/event/organization, you care deeply about every detail versus having to do the grunt work because…well…it’s your responsibility.
I have the great pleasure of being seven of nine, the oldest of the third group of three, a brother to brothers, a brother to sisters, neither first nor last, not too much minded or ignored, a man who likes to talk and to listen, good at some things, not bad at anything except music, the notes, the tones, the theory. I think I’ll try to learn a new language. I was never great at French. I think I’ll try Italian. Spanish would be much more practical, but the sound of Italian makes me feel as though knowing it, I could sing.