Adapt yourself to the things among which your lot has been cast and love sincerely the fellow creatures with whom destiny has ordained that you shall live.
~ Marcus Aurelius
I am a chameleon.
I am adaptable. Sometimes so much so, that I begin to believe that I am the persona put in place, in order to adapt to the construct that I’m in.
Or because no one seems to be leading.
I was watching a little chameleon in the garden the other day. He was so tiny that he was perched on a zinnia. He was chartreuse and that’s why I saw him against the fuchsia backdrop. I moved too quickly and he scurried away. I followed his movements over to the brick wall where he finally settled. As did I. I settled in too, and watched him turn from bright green to light green to brown.
I felt like I was watching myself. I become who I need to become. My greatness is that I can tell what the construct needs…and then I become that. I am great at modifying myself. I disappear my true self and become what I perceive I need to become for that moment, in that space.
And it struck me. He’s still a chameleon.
And teaching me lessons about holding on to my self in the midst of changing constructs and roles.
Always a lizard, never a wall.