Odd place to start. It might seem vacuous, but it’s a theme of my life so far. It’s always good to start with a metaphor I suppose.
The truth is I love the sea. Sitting by it. Staring at it. Walking beside it. Letting it lap against me. Riding on it. Smelling it. Touching it. Playing in it. Swimming in it. Feeling alive in it.
For the last 18 years, I have lived in a place where I couldn’t reach the sea easily. In getting married and settling down, I sacrificed the thing in the world that I thought I could never live without. Part of me went missing. I replaced it with a happy family life and always felt I was happy, but there was always something missing. My thoughts turned always to the sea.
Sacrificing what I really want in favour of what others want is one of the things I do best. Its sad and I suspect I'm not alone, but its the story of my life. Sometimes I kick myself and say that I should take control, that I should get my own way, that I should stand up for myself. But at the end of the day, I want the people around me to be happy - even if its at the expense of my own happiness. I'm no saint. But whether its my wife, my kids, my friends, my boss, the people in my network, I genuinely want them to be happy. So I try to fix it for them. This includes sadly sometimes fixing me for them too.
This blog has already given me an insight I've never noticed about myself. I am not the girl I want to be because I sacrifice my desire so that other people stay happy.
The question I want to explore here: can I still be Rhiannon or is it time to smile wryly and give up on another part of me. Let it die a slow death. To keep everyone happy with me, except me.