Not Yur Average Chicken
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Do you matter?
{And no, I’m not really back…I’m just thinkin’ out loud here…and I have sick children, so I’ve got some extra time on my hands and am conveniently avoiding the laundry…}
So, go read this.
The 3 Most Murderous and 2 Most Marvelous Words A Blogger Can Say
Now. Do you matter?
And do you fit in? I stumbled over this book today…funny… as I sit here and ponder and wonder…
{Yes, friends, that is an affiliate link. I haven’t even read the book, so this is no endorsement. Yet, it looks like a book I should read. For the sake of my offspring. Have you read it? Are you a fellow geek? Maybe not. Maybe you had the perfect high school experience, and if so, you should by no means read this piece of literature. Just ignore this entire diatribe…}
And I know I said in my post about Ignoring the Critic, I was going to give an insightful explanation of why I don’t care what anyone thinks about my personal style.
And then I chickened out.
But, I’m not going to leave you hangin’ entirely.
You see, as a young lass, I didn’t know I was any different than any other little girl in any other little home. But then something happened. Other children around me must have decided I was different. And that was not an easy road.
So, as with time, it proceeded to proceed, but I didn’t have the confidence to embrace my individuality. So as with MANY young girls, I tried and failed and dreamed and wished.
For a while, I went along.
And finally, I gave in. And then, I gave up.
Oh, there were wild oats sewn and hair colors changed. And lots of attempts at finding myself. College was an insightful time. For that, I am thankful. But it was hard, too. Major bumps and ditches and potholes.
But I came out O.K. I fell in love and had a family. No regrets about that. None. Well, maybe one or twobecause he doesn’t like my chickens.
Excuse me, he said it wasn’t that he didn’t like them, just that they don’t LOOK like chickens.
See what I mean? I don’t know why I chose those particular chickens to illustrate my point. I just thought they were cute and I’d never seen that kind of chicken before. I like them. They’re not yur average chickens.
So, anyway, I’m in a new place. I’m digging down deep to uncover the me that is me…breaking free of the bonds and the boxes and the chains that try their derndest to define me.
But, is it too late to be here at age 39? {da I hear ya whisperin’ mid-life crisis? Nope. Done had me one ‘a those already…this here is an entirely different animal.}
But, don’t answer that. Let me an’ George give it a whirl.
I bought this card when I was 22. Just a wee babe….
I remember pulling it off of the shelf at Square Books in Oxford, MS. I bought it for myself and have kept it all of these years. It was as if I knew in my heart that I was going to need it. As if my 39 year old self had Dr. Who’d through the time and space continuum to tell my 22 year old girl-ness that that card was im-por-tant.
I was going to need it to remind me that even though I felt lost at that moment, there would come a time that I wouldn’t be anymore. And when that time came, I would need to remember that it doesn’t matter how old I happened to be or at what stage in life I was currently in.
I would need the reminder that it is never too late.
Never.
i agree!!! it is never to late to change anything! and if you give up, you can't benefit anyone, most of all yourself.
Hi Gwen
Thank you for sharing your thoughts. I can so relate to what you are saying. I struggled through school never quite knowing what i had done wrong then one day about 2 years ago I was helping out ata school picnic along with another mum who was in my class when i went to school and she turned around and said to me "we were quite mean to you at school weren't we I'm so sorry" For the first time in a long time I began to feel that the nastyness wasn't my fault it was the other girls attitudes.
Then I remind myself that all those hard time made me a better person more caring and considerate.
I love the chickens and the fact that you used them as your chicken picture because it's what's inside that makes a chicken a chicken the outside is only visual.
Hope you have a great timeout period and I look forward to following along on your Krazy journey.
"When life gives you lemons, make orange juice, then wonder how the heck you did it."
I love this post. I totally relate. I just haven't gotten fully comfortable in my own skin yet. I am still working on it!
never too late to start new things, have fun and spread happiness and laughter. that's what you do here (in addition to the home redecorating and all those lovely things! 🙂 )
Great post. I like these chickens…I used them as a model for my new hairdo. Now all I need is the coat!
I have a son with Asperger's and I carry his struggles and pain in my heart. Different is just another word for AWESOME in our house.
It's never too late is oh, so right. So git down wit yo bad self. 🙂
At times, I think I am reading my own thoughts here, Gwen!! HUGS!! Love your blog and posts.
again and again you whip out these posts that hit home with so many. glad you didn't stay gone too long…
now, how's that book going???????
What you wrote is so true… it is never too late to be who you want to be! Sometimes, it just takes others longer to realize it. Doesn't make it wrong. Everyone's journey is different. The bumps along the way make you who you are today. (Didn't mean to rhyme there!) Thanks so much for stopping by my blog today! 🙂
Your post made me cry … for all of us who dance to a different drummer. May you draw blessings from the Universe and spread them around.
and the very next email I read had this quote:
"Your vision is the promise of what you shall one day be; your ideal is the prophecy of what you shall at last unveil."
— James Allen
Whoa. I love this post! I feel the same way (even about fluffy chickens… FLUFFY!? way too cute for their own good). I feel like such an outsider. There's this book I read to my son called "You're Weird" by Kevin Luthardt that is super awesome.
Also, on a random note, I took this photo while in Charleston last year. I've never forgotten it. It kinda even creeped me out by how strongly it spoke to me!
https://chickadette.tumblr.com/post/16492297413
x
Ashley Marie
hahahahaha
Lovin all up on your comment form ramble! We're kindred spirits fer sher!
Love the quote – so true. Now that we're older and wiser, we know 'different' is better than 'stepford' 🙂
Love it! You're always such an encouragement and never fail to bring a smile to my lips (sometimes a giggle, sometimes a snort of laughter) with your writing style and the message is a great reminder. 🙂 Thank you!
I can relate… thanks for sharing!