My favorite side?

"What's your favorite side of yourself?"

"My rugby side." I answer quickly but softly.

"Why?"

"Because... That side is the side that runs off the pain. It tackles off the anger. It "shows" the strength that the other sides don't. It's the most rugged, roughest side." As I say these words I realize it's not necessarily a good thing. Depending on what perspective you have, it could also be the most hurtful side. It could be the scariest; the most intimidating.

I think about the people at work, people I know from rugby, and from school. I start wondering who knew what side of me. Who knew multiple sides?

Let's start with work - the overall happy but a little frazzled and usually overwhelmed Paige.

Rugby - we already addressed so I'll spare you this time.:)

School - the artsy, creative "I'm on a mission" Paige.

Home - I usually don't wanna talk about it. Whatever that IT may be. I have bigger concerns.

You get the picture. Up until today, if somebody had asked me "where would you like me to see you?" I would have said the rugby field. Now, I'm not so sure. I don't see this uncertainty as insecurity. I see it as a reevaluation. Reevaluations are good.