My cousin told me once, “you are like a chameleon, you change depending on who you are with or what you are doing”. I don’t think she meant it as a compliment.
I am still a chameleon, though hopefully a little more true to myself.
How I act and talk to my children are not necessarily the same as how I act and talk to my staff, or to my sister, or to someone I just met. Right?
I hope I am not fake. That would suck. I don’t feel like I am, not on purpose anyhow.
Here is a hard truth though; life requires you to be a chameleon.
I am not a movie star, or a popular person….but because I own a business, especially a children’s business, in addition to the business that I work on with my husband, which is public speaking, there is just a way to act, and a certain way not to act.
It really is the case for us all.
Time, place and audience are crucial to how we should behave. And let’s not forget social media. Facebook DOES represent who you are. My studio manager and I use it even as a hiring tool…research you could call it. Many employers are these days.
However..when I go on my annual girls trips, or somewhere far, far away…I can breathe deep and let go. Which…I really don’t want ya’ll to see.
Does that make me fake? I dunno, but it just is.
I once saw someone in a bar who was slobberknockered drunk. Slurring her words, her skirt was askew and she was hanging all over the few people who were with her. It was only 4:30pm. <<>> The truth is she was having the time of her life. And I …egh hegm..have been there myself a time or two…perhaps. At one point she looked up at me and bam! I knew her. In a professional capacity and, yes, sadly my image of her fell a few notches. I am not proud of it, but there it is anyhow.
I don’t want to be that person. I try not to be that person. It is not that SHE is bad, just her behavior perhaps was not appropriate for the place, audience and time…
Those that know me intimately, especially those that know me from my pre-‘professional’ days, know that I am truly a ghettofabulous, loud and obnoxious cursing sailor. Yep, there it is. How’s that for a chameleon?
It is ok to be a chameleon. What is not ok is if you lose yourself along the way. I have done that before. I have forgotten who I really was because I was changing who I was rather than how I was. Don’t do that. Each of us is wonderful, each of us offers something great. Even the ghettofabulous ones.
Well except maybe the ax murders, rapists and thieves. Ya, they are not ok.
Be you. Always. But be a chameleon in your actions when it is appropriate. Having to function in capacities that require us all to behave a certain way..or not to behave in a certain way is just a part of life. It is also a way to keep our crazy sides in check. Lord help us all if my ghettofabulous side was active 100% of the time. Hmmm mmm, I don’t want to think it.
Hats off to those that feel they don’t ever have to be a chameleon. That they can act the same, to be completely themselves, 100% of the time. I believe this to be an exception, rather than a rule, but I am sure, perhaps, maybe, there are some out there. And to you I say, “fabulous”.
For the rest of us, what I am not saying is to ever go against your morals, beliefs or honor. Ever. You can be the professional chameleon, or the mommy chameleon, or the neighbor chameleon or the PTA president chameleon, or the Charity fundraiser chameleon and still follow what your heart believes….you can still be you.
Now, I am off to be the drunken mother chameleon.