It was a lazy Sunday night, and my husband and I were home enjoying a laid-back face-to-face conversation (one of the perks of being TV-free) when something seemed to make him catch his breath. As he looked intently into my eyes, my own eyes were drawn hard into his – waiting to hear what he was about to say. Playfully and with a sweet grin on his face he asked me, “So, which Amy is this?”
Reserved Amy certainly wasn’t there. Obnoxious Social Time Amy wasn’t there. Drill-Sergeant Housewife Amy, Easygoing Church Amy, and Attempting-to-be-Poignant Bloggy Amy were not there either. No, it was definitely date-night Amy: the carefree, flowers-in-her-hair, making up songs about every little thing while giving devilish smiles Amy.
As you may or may not have guessed, his quick question was answered with an instant scowl from ‘What’s that supposed to mean?” Amy. Could I really have that many faces? Don’t I strive to be completely and totally honest and myself in every situation? It was unnerving for me to think I might be wearing different masks for different areas of my life.
As we sat there discussing why there may seem to be so many . . . um . . . Amy’s, I came to think that I am okay with not knowing why that seems to be the case with me. I don’t feel like I am pretending or putting on a show. Different situations simply bring out different parts of my personality.
Does that make me fake? Gosh, I really hope not.
What do you think?
Do you ever feel like you have different . . . You’s?