Who is responsible for my success?

Who made me who I am? I made me who I am! And many people got their two sense in! Many people have rattled around in my world. Some seem huge some very small. Some I worships and then detested, others I have steadily loved in different ways for so long. I remember always wanted to be like someone else. I liked one girl’s upturned nose and spent six months trying to push my nose up at the end. I loved the cadence of another girls voice and found myself sounding like her. The gestures of one, the fashion of another, but nothing fit. I felt like an odd duck, so different than anyone else that it would be impossible to understand me, see me, know my insides. When I looked in the mirror I saw one person, when I looked in the faces of other people I saw another. They never seemed to match, because I was trying to be the girl with the upturned nose. Then I met a brilliant woman. She loves deeply, sees wisely, and loves to passionately engage with people. I was introduced to her by my therapist. It was a slow introduction. We saw each other in passing many times. Often we would get a chance to sit together for a while, but life was often too busy to find quality time in the same place. Other people lives and crisis often got in the way of getting to know her. She didn’t need me so I often didn’t see her for quite some time. My therapist persisted in joining us, she knew we were a good match. Thanks to her persistence I am finally getting to know me. The real me, with the straight nose and easy tears. The one who loves deeply, sees wisely, and loves to passionately engage with people. So I guess I was introduced to myself one day or over the course of many years, and I will keep getting to know what woman as she ages and changes.