The manner in which one carries themselves in public has much to do with two features of life: the personality that is acquired at the moment of conception and the experiences in life that act as forces to shape that personality as one matures. I was fortunate to have parents that were both outgoing, yet conservative in nature. Because my father was in the service I was provided the opportunity to experience different environments and various cultures as we moved every year and a half. These factors were the basics of the context in which I learned how to function as a young girl and how I have adapted to my life as a mature adult.
I enjoyed very healthy relationships with my family and friends growing up. Although my family was not wealthy, I lacked no physical, emotional, or spiritual nurturance and therefore was content. I was smiled at and learned to smile a lot myself. People liked being around me. I gave off good vibrations; real positive and upbeat. It is so sad that today’s female population can’t smile at just anyone for fear of being thought of as a freak or that they are loose.
I have enjoyed very good health as well. I have always been physically strong and very much an athlete. If one were to observe me walking through campus it wouldn’t be difficult to recognize by my gait that I played some type of sport. I admit I was a tomboy through and through. Climbing trees was my fame and volleyball was my game. And I am okay knowing the way I physically maneuver my body isn’t all that appealing to the opposite sex. I like who I am and the things I can do and the people who appreciate me for all that I am. Like my husband of 29 years.
Of course, it should go without saying that I like to wear sweats and baggy jeans instead of leggings or pants that often show every inch of cellulite that I have acquired over time. I do appreciate style though. My idea of style is coordinating colors, tasteful contour of lines that accentuate my body instead of punctuating it, and reasonable heel height. I assume by now that anyone reading this post would realize I am an older woman who is pretty much set in her ways. All I know is that I need to feel comfortable with what I wear in order to be myself.
Moving from location to location definitely impacted my mental outlook on life. I was forced to adapt and grow in self-identity and self-concept or drown in inhibitions wherever my father was transferred. I enjoyed every move we made; it presented challenges and compensation on my behalf if I was to succeed in school and in play. I developed self-efficacy at a very young age. And this belief in my own abilities is what has inspired me to return to college after redshirting for 37 years. It is interesting though. The students in face-to-face classes generally do not pick me for group work because of my age. It’s a great feeling when I can see they wish they had.