I'm taking a break from posting about Disney to write about this. Several weeks ago, my friend pointed out something that made me think. Before I headed off to first period, the two of us, including another one of our other friends, were talking about college and universities, since we are fast approaching that time in our life. For some weird reason, my friend ended up bringing up her sister—and this is what got to me.
Friend: My sister wants to go to Harvard.
Me: That’s nice. I kind of want to go to a university on the east coast, in that area, too. How’s she’s doing?
Friend: Good. She’s been constantly pestering me about you.
Me (puzzled): What do you mean?
Friend (plainly): She’s always asking about you and what you’re doing. “Does Morning do this? Does Morning do that?” She looks up to you.
Me (even more perplexed): M-me? But… but I’m... I’m not… Or even thought about…
Friend: Yeah, well, you should go look. You’re great with younger kids. You set a good example.
Friend: Think about it.
Obviously, my friend and my actual name had been changed or not mentioned, but until that point, I never really thought of that people actually looked up to me. I knew my friend’s sister, and though she was a lot taller than I was, she wouldn’t see that as a hindrance and attempted to talk to me in the mornings. I never actually thought that my actions—or, in the blogging world, my words—could have such a big impact on people.
I’m quite terrified of this revelation. Are words and actions that powerful, to the point that people should look up to me, or any other person that sets an example? At the same time, I'm quite honored, flattered, and humbled. Hearing and talking to younger kids and receiving kind gifts from the kids I look after and talk to a lot makes my day. When I was helping out with some kindergartners on Friday afternoons and the kids with disabilities during their gym period, I was often greeted with smiles, hugs, and drawn pictures.
There's this one picture that I still have which is buried in my room somewhere, showing me paragliding that one of the kindergartners did; and she had been such a huge part in me that one of my characters is named after her. She is now in third grade now. Kids grow up so fast.
The comments you leave on my blog mean so much to me, too. They are all little rays of sunshine and they help me get through so much. I enjoy hearing and talking to you all, and see that there are many others in the world who carry the same interest and problems as me, and realize that we are not alone.
But something that people should realize is that though there are role models, we are also human, too. We're not perfect. My life to someone may seem like paradise, but this is just only one side that you see. There is another side behind my life off of the computer screen, where I am at work busy trying to study for hours and have very little breaks or television time to myself. When I do have television time, I'm elated. I read and write lots. My work space is often cluttered and disorganized, like the photo at the beginning of the post. I fumble speaking in front of people, but with friends I can be outgoing and bubbly.
That's the lovely thing about role models: they are just ordinary people taking one big step in doing extraordinary things. I think this is also great to point out that anyone could be a role model. I look up to others in the blogosphere. Look at us; we are all writing about the things that inspire us, and we attempt to spread positivity and ingenuity by the words and photos that we post. We touch others, and to do this is just amazing, that there are many of us. We can cause change for the better. There is beauty in that, and power-- not the overpowering type, but more like the "strength and voice in numbers" type.
Don't stop spreading the positivity and love. Though I am still treading lightly in my steps and trying to strive to get through all of the turmoil coming my way, I will keep going and try.