Finding a Mentor
The reality for me is that I have never had a Mentor. When the topic came up in the Ultimate Blog Challenge Day 6 – I sat and thought about it. I cannot recall ever having a mentor. And I think I know why.
What is a Mentor? Google.com says “A mentor can be a role model, coach, sounding board, voice of reason, counsellor and a trusted resource.”
I have discussed this topic at length with a lady some years ago, when the topic arose and we both talked about our lack of mentors and the possible reasons why neither of us had one. Ever.
As it turns out, the two of us had something in common. We were both tall. I think she was an inch or so taller than me, and I was 5 ft 10 1/2 inches. It was something I clearly could do nothing about – and my height has affected me negatively all my life. Though there are a couple of benefits…
She and I both talked about our experiences. In school we were both bullied to some degree about our height. If we had to line up with the short students at one end and the tallest at the other, many voices would laughingly tell us to go to the end. Every one else had fun as they jostled with each other to determine which space to occupy.
We talked about being a bit intimidating – just because of our tallness – with smaller students. I found this website about the “32 Worst Parts of being Tall”
Here is another website with a similar story about tall folk.
Too Many Moves
My tallness has been an issue for me always, but in relation to having a mentor, I think there are other factors too. I’ve always been different. I was a Girl Guide in my early life, and no other Guides became best friends with me. None lived near me. I had many friends, but with one exception, I’ve had no one who was more than a friend.
In my adult life, we moved house a lot – back and forth between states to follow my husband’s career. And I had so many jobs – and only once do I recall working closely with another person. That lasted nearly two years before I moved on.
I had endeavoured to have a partner in business, and in fact, did on one occasion. We ran a little art and craft gallery, called The Gumnut Gallery together, but after a short time, it was she who moved and went dairy farming with her family a long-distance away.
Friends and More
I have many friends but sometimes regret that I don’t have a great good friend who lives nearby. One best friend lives on the other side of the country. Another once-good friend no longer wishes to be a friend, and I suspect it was because of her divorce or a new relationship, but she didn’t wish to continue the friendship. We did have a wonderful friendship while it lasted.
Going to the movies on my own is common, and doing a lot of things on my own is the way my life is, and I’m OK with it, but sometimes I wonder what it would be like to have a buddy.
I’m mindful that as I age, and don’t have the daily chat with someone, I don’t learn some things which might be helpful. I do go out a lot – attending classes, social activities and more, but that good friend, mentor, buddy never seems to appear.
Is it something I do wrong?
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