There’s a little known Broadway musical from 1968 called Golden Rainbow. It wasn’t very successful as it closed after less than a year, but when Sammy Davis Jr recorded a version of the song “Gotta Be Me” it hit the top ten popular charts and became one of his signature tunes. My good friend Laura and I often sing this when we get together – all too infrequently – since she lives in England and I am in Texas. We have known each other for over thirty years and always pick up the conversation right where we left off last time, when we meet. The song usually pops up in conversation when we are talking out a situation in our lives which is complex, and reminds us that we can seek all the advice we need, but ultimately the choice or the decision we have to make is always our own.
I was reminded of the song just the other day while browsing at Target. My eye caught one of those motivational canvases propped up between the simplify-your-life shelving units and the capture-your-life photograph frames. I almost bought it – but had a frugal moment and didn’t whip out the wallet after all. The message however was very clear and stuck with me – Be You. Find Your Voice. Make a Difference.
This is something I have been pondering quite bit since my life was turned upside down twelve months ago. What IS my voice? I realised after my husband died that I had spent most of our years together focusing on my job, our marriage, and our daughter – not always in that order. And that I constantly put myself last or missed my own needs off the list altogether. As women, it is all too easy to give in to that innate nurturing instinct which admittedly, some of us have more than others, and forget who we actually are as a person. I was a wife, I am a mother, I am a daughter, I am a friend – but I am also ME.
The same topic came up at the life class I joined this week with a group of wonderful women at our church. The subject of discussion was living life from the inside out and believing that God has a plan, instead of listening to societal pressures or other people’s designs for us. We took one of those character assessment tests – you know the type, look across this list and pick the words that best describe you in each row. The titles of the columns looked like they were taken from a medieval humours book or one of Chaucer’s Canterbury Tales – sanguine, choleric, melancholy, phlegmatic. Once we had checked off our strengths and weaknesses, and added up the totals for each column – we compared notes and listened to our facilitator read the personality types – characterised as animals. I was mostly Lion (strength: goal-oriented; weakness: bossy), with a lot of Otter (basically a garrulous people person who can also be very disorganized -Tigger in Winnie the Pooh comes to mind), but I also listed some strengths and weaknesses which didn’t fit into either type. The challenge, for all of us, is of course to manage your strengths and weaknesses so your life is more balanced. Whether you believe in God or not, do not change you who are, because that makes you, you.
In my twenties and thirties, I certainly wasn’t one to sit on my laurels and wait for life to happen, I always tried to take the bull by the horns and grab new opportunities. Some opportunities worked out better than others. At 19, I decided to spend the summer in Toronto with a boyfriend instead of staying in London and attending Live Aid with my college friends – ultimately the relationship didn’t work out and I missed a chance to see Freddie Mercury sing live. I don’t have many regrets but that’s certainly one of them. In my twenties I moved to Atlanta for a three-month sales job which evolved into a twenty-year career as an educational travel consultant – definitely no regrets there! I saw the world, made lifelong friends, and enjoyed every minute.
Everything changed in my late thirties when I met my husband and got serious about sharing my life with someone else. During our nine years together, Miss Independent slowly lost her identity. Being loved is a wonderful thing, and of course we were given the wonderful gift of our daughter as well – but now as a single mom, it’s time to start living from the inside out again. The lessons I am trying to teach my daughter as she navigates kindergarten life in her new school – be kind to yourself, don’t compare your achievements to those of others, celebrate what makes you special, think big and follow your dreams – could and should be applied as easily to myself. Bethany Hamilton didn’t let the loss of an arm to a shark attack stop her from pursuing her dream of being a professional surfer – and she became an inspiration to so many young people because of her faith and never-give-up attitude. Paralympian Oscar Pistorius competed in the Olympics and did better than most of us could have done with two normal feet.
So I’m chucking out the Mom Gone Bad clothes in my closet and pulling on my Big Girl Pants. It’s time to get serious about finding my inner voice – my signature tune – and being Me again. There will undoubtedly be some bumps along the road, and I’ll sometimes have to make decisions based on my Mom instincts and not my Single wants. As Mick and the band said, you can’t always get what you want – but sometimes you get what you need – and I’m okay with that.
I’m not sure where I’m going on this new adventure, but I’ll meet you there.
Have a great weekend.
Whether I’m right or whether I’m wrong
Whether I find a place in this world or never belong
I gotta be me, I’ve gotta be me
What else can I be but what I am
I want to live, not merely survive
And I won’t give up this dream
Of life that keeps me alive
I gotta be me, I gotta be me
The dream that I see makes me what I am
That far-away prize, a world of success
Is waiting for me if I heed the call
I won’t settle down, won’t settle for less
As long as there’s a chance that I can have it all
I’ll go it alone, that’s how it must be
I can’t be right for somebody else
If I’m not right for me
I gotta be free, I’ve gotta be free
Daring to try, to do it or die
I’ve gotta be me