I had a moment yesterday while sitting at a stop light. At the light I was surrounded on all sides by big white vehicles (trucks, vans, and SUVs – oh my!). I found the moment compelling because my little black car stood out like a sore thumb and I must say, I liked it. I like being different – for better or worse. I like the fact that I have evolved to a point of cockeyed comfort. I remember well the shy and always intimidated young girl – the one who never wanted to stick out.
I am reminded by the moment I had today that I have a duty to remind others…others who have not yet found their voices, others who are beaten down, others who think they will forever live in a reality that is filled with judgment. I am reminded that I have a duty to say – it really does get better.
So even if you look around at a sea of homogeneity – don’t tone yourself down to fit in. Stay true to yourself – even if you stick out like a sore thumb.
Difference is okay – indeed, it should be celebrated. It takes chutzpah to be different in a sea of sameness. And while I know it can be scary sometimes, know that little by little you’ll learn to love the fact that you do stand out. Little by little you too will evolve into a state of cockeyed comfort and love being there. Until you get there you know you can always hang out with me. Just look for the little black car in the sea of big white vehicles with a crazy redhead who sings loudly to herself (quite poorly I might add) and finds the world endlessly amusing. As I said – I stand out – and that is fabulous.
Day one thousand and three of the new forty – obla di obla da