Or as one friend says “You’re so odd” and she’s right. Now don’t go getting upset or whatever with this friend who every now and again calls me, odd. Without her I probably wouldn’t have traveled this far, so very far.
I’ve always been the one who saw left of centre when others looked right, and you guessed it, right when they looked left.
I’m out of touch with normal life cause I don’t understand normal. Normal to me is looking at a tree stump and wondering who lives there. Normal to me is being odd.
The theme for this month’s blog is – relationships. I thought of my parents, my hubby, and my grandmother who died a month ago. I always think of my daughter. But something strange happened, I realized I’m doing exactly what I’ve always wanted to do and I’m dang good at it.
I believe in me. There’s my blog topic – me.
Our relationship with ourselves shapes everything we do. No matter how much we are praised, supported, encouraged, or whatever, if we don’t do this for ourselves we’ll keep floating by unsure of ourselves. It’s like looking over our shoulder waiting for someone to jump out and catch us faking our lives.
It is so much easier to believe the one person who whispers a single negative word then all those who shout our praises from mountaintops.
At age thirty-three or thirty-four, I spent a week crying. No idea why. Thought I was crazy. Believed I was failing everything and everyone. Yeah, let’s call this the emotional breakdown that built me up.
It didn’t matter my parents, grandparents, husband, or anyone else believed in me. I worried more about those outside of me. I could have care less about the crying me inside. Where others knew how to let anything and everything wash off their backs like water off a duck, I had to learn this. Can’t say I learned it easily or that I know it by heart. But I know it more and more each moment.
So, yes, the most important relationship anyone can have is the one with themself. In my humble opinion…heck forget the humble part. YOU must matter to you, first and foremost.
This doesn’t give you carte blanche to run roughshod over anyone else. It gives you the unique view of understanding what you say and do has an affect on everyone around you.
The scariest place I have ever gone into was myself. Delving deep into who I was, who I wanted to be, and coming out a whole me. Did this make the naysayers happy? Noooooooo. How did this changing stronger me appear to those who always knew who I was and could be? I now hear their voices yelling from the mountaintops and I believe them.
Yes, I am odd. And you know what…I LIKE IT!