Being Small

I want to let you in on a secret. 

I sometimes want to get really small…to hide sometimes. The people closest to me know this. I would guess that you have already figured this out, but I thought I would make it official. 

I’ve given that really-small-person-part-of-me a name and persona. 

Her name is Susan Sheepherder. 

She lives on a farm in rural Georgia where she herds sheep. (I don’t know if it’s possible to herd sheep but if it is, Susan does it well and likes doing it.)

She doesn’t wear a watch. She eats when she feels like it and she eats whatever she wants. She wakes up whenever she wants. Goes to sleep whenever she wants and sometimes stays up really late. She doesn’t use technology at all and wears whatever she feels like it. Moo moos are her favorite attire and if it rains she doesn’t use a coat. 

She is intentionally unintentional. 

I haven’t actually had a chance to be Susan Sheepherder in total but I think elements of her sneak out every once in a while. I will warn my kids in advance when Susan Sheepherder is arriving and invite them to give the woman some room…I mean come on…moo moos take up a lot of space. 

I just thought you might like to know. Because I bet you have a part of you that wants to get small or hide or just take a break from being in charge every once in a while.

And I want you to know that I love that about you.

One thought on “Being Small

  1. I once explained to someone that the reason I loved the particular gym I went to was that it was the one place I wasn’t in charge. I don’t decide what I’m going to do…all I have to do is show up and, for that one brief hour, someone else is in charge. (They didn’t get it, but obviously you would!) Thanks for this post…

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