Final Draft?

I don’t believe there is a final draft of who we are. I believe that we are constantly changing who we are whether it is intentional or not. For example right now I am this person, but when I have kids I don’t think I’ll be exactly the same. I’ll be a mother; I’ll be more developed as a person. In death our “final draft” will be what it is. We will no longer be living in ourselves but now living within those who knew us. And that may be a different person to each of them. To my children I will be a mother; to my husband a wife; to friends I will be who I was with them…etc. I don’t think I am the same person with everyone I meet. To professors I am a name, an ID number or a voice. To my close, best friends, I am silly, outspoken, corky and witty. To people I just meet I am quiet, polite and maybe a bit mysterious. In the end I am not just one person. I may be to some people and to myself, but I am pieces of me. There will never be a “final draft” because it is being edited every single day and will continue to be even after I am gone.