This morning we spoke about growing up with a role model in your life, someone you either looked up to and/or wanted to be like when you grow up, or someone you simply felt extra good being around, maybe because they had a very special kind of personality.
It’s just interesting to think about because I grew up in a small Swedish town where no one really stood out or had, sorry to say, much of a personality. I also had a very safe and happy childhood where I never felt the need to find strength in someone else. My family was always there for me, but at the same time, they were, in my eyes, “just” parents. Not role models. There’s a difference.
Who is a role model, really? Or a hero?
Is it someone who guides you towards becoming who you dream of being? Or is it someone who you look up to because of who they are?