Headspace

It has been such a long time since I have had space for myself in my head. It seems that I have several other occupants inside my head all clamouring at the same time. Random personas vie for my attention.

Persona one: List-Making persona

Constantly telling me when, what and where everything happens. 

9:00 drop off kids

9:15 coffee date

11:00 Washing!!! (Been in the machine for two days already)

13:00 Groceries (Make new list in supermarket because I left list at home)

and the list goes on

Persona two: Best-wife-ever persona

Diet! (He didn't marry me looking like this)

Be a better cook (mince cannot be used three times a week)

Make sure there is leftovers (men with good wives take lunch to work)

Be less tired at bedtime (and wear something sexy)

Valentines day is coming (no movies, dining or chocolate this time)

Persona three: Professional designer persona

Quick quotes = good service

Fresh ideas = good service

Fast turnaround = good service

ABC = Attitude, Belief, Commitment

Persona four: The artist persona

Working on this one, very vague messages, all weird and airy fairy. Stuff like 'the artist rules' and 'subjective consciousness'. This one talks gibberish most of the time.

Persona five: The immigrant persona

Keep in touch, keep in touch, be strong, keep in touch, try to write letters, last until next visit.

Become an Ozzie. (Sound less like I do not have a clue)

So finally there isn't much time or space left just for me. The persona that always stand last in line. The persona that will stand in an art gallery and breathe for the first time. The persona that loves silence. The persona that once was a child. The persona that embraces the beauty of simple things. The persona at the heart of me.