I'm A Carrot
Those of you who know me see a woman, hopefully aging well, a professional who works for a credit union, and a helpful voice on the other end of the phone when things go belly-up. It’s almost impossible to see all the years of life experience that made me who I am, who anyone actually is, but I’ll try and give you a small glimpse. I could tell you stories about me or give you a list of things I’ve done or accomplished, and don’t worry, I will share a bit about my life, but what I’d rather do is go a little deeper and share with you a snapshot of how my mind works and a small view into my personal philosophy.
Think about life and time like they’re a cone or a carrot. Now, stay with me, this will make sense, I promise. We all come into this plane as the conjunction point of two tiny sparks full of DNA and we all start out small, with small experiences, having few people in our lives, and nothing more than a single, tiny point where we begin. Gradually, our lives expand, ever outward, growing with the people we come into contact with, the experiences we have, and the people we influence and learn from in the process. The form gradually expands, life experiences and time extending out in a continuous forward direction, bumps and indentations all a part of it, but that form continuing to expand with you, always growing as the years go by. A carrot, right? The whole time we are here it continues to grow longer and wider. Enough carrot to make Bugs Bunny happy for centuries. So, how can you qualify or quantify all of that?
I was born, I grew up, I married (more than once), made terrible decisions and made good decisions. I’ve loved and I have been loved deeply. I have children, two I bore (and they’ll most likely confirm that I’m boring) and two that I helped raise. I have parents. Boy, do I have parents. I started with two, then two more when my parents divorced and remarried, then two more on my father’s side since my mother decided to cut her losses and my father refused to give up until he found the woman he spent the rest of his life with; so, that’s six so far. A favorite family game was “who am I related to today?”
When my mother and father passed, I thought I was on my own with my kids and I was okay with that, but there were other plans in store for me. A month to the day after my father passed away, my biological family found me; did I mention I was adopted? So, I have not just two more parents, but four, since my biological parents hadn’t married each other, but other people. That makes ten parents, if my math is correct. That’s not counting all the stepbrothers and stepsisters, etc., that come with combining families. So, let’s just say my carrot doesn’t have much of a narrow end.
I currently have 13 siblings, plus one who passed away in a car accident, so that’s 14 and have had 7 more over the course of my parent’s re-marriage careers, so in total I have had 21 siblings over the course of my life. I’m not going to bore you with how many nieces, nephews, and descendants of my extended family there are; let’s just say my Christmas card list is Santa’s list long and it isn’t getting any shorter.
I was born and grew up in Texas, married young and had one child and we divorced amicably. I traveled all over the U.S with my next ex-husband, who was a comedian, and met lots of people during that time. Divorced, re-married a British astronomer and had another child. Traveled and lived in many places all over the world with them for the next 15-16 years. I was a radio newscaster in English & Spanish in Chile, sang in a rock band for three years in Spain and recorded a CD, belly danced professionally, and still dance for fun and exercise. I’ve met princes and princesses, rock stars and presidents, and people from all walks of life. My life has been full and rich and, if I’m lucky, it will be a good and peaceful life for the rest of the time I’m allowed to continue growing my own personal carrot. I married again a short time ago when, after five years of proving he wasn’t a psychopath, I finally agreed to marry the best man in the world. Seriously, he’s awesome.
The thing is, all of those bumps and indentations, all of that growth, all of it is an ever-expanding ring of influence my life has had on the lives of others around me, whether for good or bad. I hope the good outweighs the bad, but in the end, whether I wanted to or not, my life has affected the lives of many people here on this Earth, just as all of our lives have done. We all have our own carrots, our own cones of influence that continue on even after we’ve gone, intersecting with the timelines of others and all of them forming ever-expanding, beautifully intersecting circles of light and life. Never doubt that you matter, even the smallest interaction connects your life with another’s and, no matter what, you will always be here as a part of this great, big, beautiful, and intricate pattern of connections we call life.
At first, when my parents passed away, I had a difficult time coping with the loss until I realized how elegantly they are still here. They are here in every interaction they had with me and with so many other people over the course of their lives. Ultimately, just like them, I’m a carrot. A very, very big carrot and I keep getting bigger every darn day.