If I could do it all again….
If I could do it all again…..
I would be an artist. I would create things of beauty in all the colours of the oceans, skies and forests. I would be in awe of creation and become one with movement, an endless passage of mauri.
If I could do it all again…..
I would travel the world with confidence and curiosity. Meeting new lands and peoples. A feast for the senses. I would live life as a roamer chasing warm winds and bucket lists.
If I could do it all again…..
I would stick to one sport and play 10,000 hours. Locking into my DNA muscle memory, grit and self-discipline. Remembered for school sports heroics, initials inscribed in gold on the championship board.
If I could do it all again…..
I would try before I buy. I would date a few fair good guys, and probably some not so good. Figuring out likes and dislikes, must haves and icks that stick.
If I could do it all again…..
I would take time to explore ‘self’, gracefully taking a natural next step to extend and expand from ‘self’ to whānau. Parenting with readiness and preparation. Deliberate and dedicated.
If I could do it all again…..
I would ask my parents about their younger selves. Transitioning from daughter to friend. Sitting, walking, listening, laughing, and sharing. Being comfortable to explore the uncomfortable, finding versions of myself in the younger versions of them.
If I could do it all again…..
I would accept my fair skin and join college kapa haka. Injecting mana, ihi and wehi into my bloodstream during those formative years. Starting the reclamation journey of whakapapa many years earlier.
But I can’t do it all again. Instead I must remember…..
I am art - rich and layered in colour and texture.
I am an explorer and adventurer - hungry to learn all that I can through new experiences near and far.
I enjoy sports through all seasons - and have a good laugh at myself when I take things too seriously.
I’ve dated 100 versions of the same guy - and icks wax and wane with the moon.
I found my first sense of self in raising my children - and now they’re helping guide me in writing my next chapter.
I sacrificed time with my parents - allowing them to indulge in their mokopuna.
My whakapapa was always there, waiting for me - and they have arrived.
