Late last night when I should have been sleeping, I took one of those quizzes that gets passed around online telling you what famous person you are like. This one was a Downton Abbey quiz. According to the deeply probing questions, I am most like Lady Edith.
This was part of the description: "You don't mind if you're not the first person on anyone's list, because you're just fine by yourself and you know that eventually they will realize you are more than you appear to be."
Funnily enough, that's (mostly) true. And I can pin point exactly when I realized it: my last semester in college.
My friend Becky and I had just returned from a semester in Washington, D.C., and roomed together in an apartment complex where we didn't know anyone else. Becky (who is now a city mayor!), was a go-getter. Our very first Fast Sunday at church, for example, she made a point of getting up and introducing herself during testimony meeting.
She's beautiful and she's got a lot on the ball. I was envious of her ability to put herself out there.
It dawned on me, though, that I may not make a splash, but I do tend to sneak up on people slowly. I'm not flashy. I'm not the kind of person people gravitate to socially or invite out a lot. I'm not a beautiful person (in the high school cliquey kind of way, or in the "hot" factor on Rate My Professor kind of way, or, for that matter, in a Lady Mary or Lady Sybil kind of way).
But I'm real. And I think about lots of different things. And I care about people. And I love to laugh. And I believe those who know me ultimately appreciate me for it.