My BFF and I have been friends over 50 years. Pre-kindergarten, it was like we were somehow intricately connected. Always the one to make me laugh, and me always the organized, analytical one to keep her focused and on track. We created a balance. But, one thing we had in common, we were both weird!
We wore it/wear it like a badge of honor. With her whacky and wild ideas and my free spirit, we never had a concern for what others thought about us. Classmates aware we share some life long, bizarre, unspoken language.
Weirdness a trait so finely honed as a child thanks to her friendship, it was unquestionably a characteristic to be passed on to my children.
Frequent words to my oldest son, who like me, stood out from his peers not just in physical stature, but in aptitude and awareness, “Don’t live your life worrying about what others think of you.” As he matured, he listened to his inner guide and set the bar high for weirdness in the family.
His brothers, not to be outdone, tried to match, and then surpass, the example older brother had set. The youngest coming along 9 years later, completely redefining the word. He gave it a whole new meaning that we all experienced with amazement.
My sons now adults, they thank me for instilling the “weird” trait in them.
My oldest, sending a priceless hand written letter a year ago when we both decided to make audition tapes for the TV show Survivor. Thanking me, and telling me, that his life is filled with so much more fun living with a mindset of indifference towards others thoughts and a freedom to be his true inner self.
My middle son, texting a month ago, something humorous and strange, commented on “being weird.” Interesting to me, as I had just journaled that same thought about myself.
A day later, synchronicity brings this book into my life, Blessed are the Weird: A Manifesto for Creatives by Jacob Nordby. It was like the book was speaking to my soul!
In maneuvering his website blessedaretheweird.com, I came upon Jacob’s beatitudes for the weird. Inspired by a list of great and wonderful people. I instantly made them my new creed for life.
Life is far to short to care about what others think. Each day we are living and breathing on this planet is a gift.
So, I choose to live my life with the “boldness that shatters ancient fears”, the “intensity of life’s pain and pleasure”, and the “unlimited amounts of unbridled expressions of love”, for I have certainly “endured breaking by life” that have created “resplendent cracks through which the light shines.”
The crazy wild woman within has been too reserved for far too long as she raised her children, now with only my daughter left in the house, its time to make sure she embraces her crazy!! Moving forward, sharing my kind of weird, because within it exists the “freedom for which the world is unconsciously begging.”
For that is my role as her mother … and Revolution Begins With Me.
Free yourself today to embrace your weird and crazy!