“Don’t be afraid to be who you are because you are the only person who knows you best.”
I just spent the weekend with my brother and his wife who took time to visit us in Indianapolis for a couple of days. They truly march to a different drummer having been adventurers for about 30 years. In the recent past they were on a National Geographic expedition to Antarctica, a month or so ago they spent weeks on a fourmasted schooner sailing in Malaysian and Thai waters. They have backpacked in China, India, Russia and all over Europe. They currently live in the summer on a river barge in France and winter on their boat in San Diego. Their current life style is much more sedate than it was in all the years they spent in the pacific islands, some uninhabited, and in Asia. When they decided to slow down they sailed their 35 foot boat from South Africa to South America by themselves. Their adventures have been well documented over the years.
They truly are not your average couple but neither would most of you be considered average either, and that is great. Just think what it would be like if we were all the same. I know I love the freedom I have to be myself. I also love the people I get to spend time with these days, for they are exceptions to the norm just like you are and that makes my life interesting. The sad reality is that too many of us don’t realize how special we are. Most folks see every one of their own flaws while noticing the good things in others. Sometime ago writer Erin McNaughton wrote about her uniqueness, here is what she said in part.
I go about life in a very pragmatic way, yet I’m also given to capricious behavior. I love having a stable job with regular hours, but I equally long for the freedom to travel on a whim and live without long-term commitment to anything. It seems to me a bit of a dysfunctional combination. Is it really, though?
Each of us is unique, strange, beautiful, and paradoxical in our own wonderful way. Everyone has their strengths, their struggles, and an unrivaled combination of these traits. Thus, each individual has their own special super powers, an entirely novel perspective of the world, and dreams that only they can bring to fruition. Why do we strive for a boxed in average when there’s still so much possibility within ourselves? What is “normal” anyways?
The more I think on it, the more I realize that I don’t want to live someone else’s life. Maybe I want stability, challenge, and adventure. But that doesn’t mean I have to go about it the same way as everyone else.
With our unique personalities, experiences, and dreams, each of us has the opportunity to carve our own special niche in this world. Maybe it’s time we get untangled from societal expectations and unrealistic perceptions and just start living in alignment with our personal dreams and values. Whatever I do in life, I want to feel alive. And I want to make a difference. I don’t believe that’s possible while striving to live up to the standard of average or pursuing the conquered and worn out dreams of someone else. Life your life your way.
Averages are for arithmetic. Just because you fall into someone else’s categorical norm that doesn’t mean you can be easily classified, that doesn’t mean that everyone else’s rules apply to you. Don’t allow yourself to be defined by averages, percentiles, and imposed numerical boundaries. Live your life in spite of those numbers. If you want to do something, than go out there and make it happen.
You are not average. Live your life in a way that will prove that.
“Having a low opinion of yourself is not ‘modesty.’ It’s self-destruction. Holding your uniqueness in high regard is not ‘egotism.’ It’s a necessary precondition to happiness and success.”
Harold was an old man, he was sick, and he was in the hospital. There was one young nurse that just drove him crazy. Every time she came in, she would talk to him like he was a little child. She would say in a patronizing tone of voice, “And how are we doing this morning, or are we ready for a bath, or are we hungry?”
Old Harold had had enough of this particular nurse. One day, Old Harold had received breakfast, and pulled the juice off the tray, and put it on his bed side stand. He had been given a Urine Bottle to fill for testing. The juice was apple juice. So….. you know where the juice went. The nurse came in a little later and picked up the urine bottle. She looks at it. “My, but it seems we are a little cloudy today…..”
At this, Old Harold snatched the bottle out of her hand, pops off the top, and drinks it down, saying, “Well, I’ll run it through again, and maybe I can filter it better this time.”
The nurse fainted…… Old Harold just smiled
Only a mediocre person is ever at their best.
A young boy was looking through the family album and asked his mother, “Who’s this guy on the beach with you with all the muscles and curly hair?”
“That’s your father.”
“Then who’s that old bald-headed fat man who lives with us now?”
All food is Fat-Free – if you don’t eat it.
A feminist is getting on a bus when, just in front of her, a Hassidic elderly Jewish man gets up from his seat. She thinks to herself, “Here’s another man trying to keep up the customs of a patriarchal society by offering a poor, defenseless woman his seat,” so she pushes him back onto the seat.
A few minutes later, the elderly man tries to get up again. She is still insulted so she refuses to let him up again. Finally, the old Jewish man says, “Look, lady, trouble I don’t want, but you’ve got to let me get up….. I’m twelve blocks past my stop already!”
Never leave your wife’s anniversary present in a Wal-Mart bag.
She told me these observations on growing older.
~Your kids are becoming you… and you don’t like them… but your grandchildren are perfect!
~Going out is good. Coming home is better!
~When people say you look “Great”…. they add “for your age!”
~You forget names… but it’s OK because other people forgot they even knew you!!!
~Your husband is counting on you to remember things you don’t remember.
~The things you cared to do, you don’t care to do, but you care that you don’t care to do them anymore.
~Your husband sleeps better on a lounge chair with the TV blaring than he does in bed. It’s called his “pre-sleep”.
~Remember when your mother said “Wear clean underwear in case you GET in an accident”? Now you bring clean underwear in case you HAVE an accident!
~You miss the days when everything worked with just an “ON” and “OFF” switch.
~When GOOGLE, ipod, email, modem… were unheard of and a mouse was something that made you climb on a table.
~You use more 4 letter words…” what?”…” when?”???
~Your husband has a night out with the guys but he’s home by 9:00 P.M… next week it will be 8:30 P. M.
~You read 100 pages into a book before you realize you’ve read it.
~Now that your husband has retired… you’d give anything if he’d find a job!
~You have 3 sizes of clothes in your closet …. 2 of which you will never wear.
~But old is good in some things:
And best of all OLD FRIENDS!!
“If you celebrate your differentness, the world will, too. It believes exactly what you tell it—through the words you use to describe yourself, the actions you take to care for yourself, and the choices you make to express yourself. Tell the world you are one-of-a-kind creation who came here to experience wonder and spread joy. Expect to be accommodated.”
Stay well, do good work, and have fun.
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