March 16, 2014
You don’t have to try to be somebody new, or better, or different. Just recognize that you already are somebody perfect. Then, just be who you are.” ~ Doug
Something to ponder…
I can remember back when I was in elementary school. I was pretty popular with everyone. I didn’t have to impress my friends and life was pretty good. Then came high school. From the day I hit those big doors everything I knew changed. There were the preps, the jocks, the smart kids & of course the losers. Those were basically the ones who didn’t fit anywhere. My friends from elementary school pretty much dispersed into any one of those groups.
Then there was me. I didn’t really fit anywhere plus I’d get picked on by somebody for something I wasn’t. I tried being smart, when that didn’t feel right, I tried to fit in other areas only to not really succeed anywhere. After graduation I discovered the real world where things weren’t much better. I’d still get picked on for not being, acting or thinking a certain way but now people gossiped about me.
I tried for years to find where I fit in, changing my skin like a chameleon depending on who I was with. No matter what I tried, I never really and truly felt right in my own skin. My turning point came when I was faced with an unexpected and somewhat messy divorce and taking care of my mom. I finally had an epiphany.
All my life, in all I did, I was doing or being a certain way to please others hoping they would accept me. I finally realized, at that point, I could rewrite my life, living it the way I WANTED to. I didn’t have to fit into some little mold for people to like me. I’d opened my teary eyes to notice that I had friends who liked, actually loved, me for who I was inside and out and for all I stood for plus my quirky weirdness.
Today I’m working on being comfortable in this brand new skin and it feels pretty darn good. When I notice myself starting to act or be a certain way to fit in, I snap myself back, if no one else tells me so first. Today I can look in the mirror and accept myself for who I am – warts and all. Acceptance. That’s what it’s all about.