Today someone paid me a backhanded compliment. Their ex accused them of being just like me.
To which I say, ‘That’s right douchedrop, she’s just like me. Happy.’
I’ve been accused of being too passionate, too cold, too serious, too silly and just too much of many things. I am who I am in the moment. I feel deeply and think creatively and give big, warm, squishy hugs. It’s a wonderfully liberating way to be.
A lot of people can’t handle authenticity in the face of their own, long-ago-lost moral compass.
I know heartache greater than losing your true love. I’ve known regret, self-doubt, crippling fear and loss. I’ve known the depths of depression and despair.
Perhaps this is why I readily see beauty in simple things. Perhaps it’s why my definition of crisis is much more intense than the average bear. Perhaps it’s why tonight, with family and friends gathered at my humble table I felt a deep, profound, contentment.
This year I hope you have the courage to be who you really are. For some, you will be ‘too much’.
I hope that you are finally brave enough to take time to sit with your demons in silence, hear them out, let them have their say, and then graciously hold the door while they leave.
Be brave enough to use your heart for great love. Cherish your friends, fall head-over-heels in love, and don’t let the shadow of hurts-past darken the gift of getting to do it all over again.
Choose to be happy. Choose to be quiet. Choose to be alone. Choose to be whatever the hell it is that you need to be. But know it is a choice darlings. You, and only you, can choose.
Don’t whine and be a martyr for your lover, your family or your colleagues. Don’t waste your breath explaining away your shitty choices, or your crazy ones, or the ones that will make you smile a kazillion years from now when all you have left are memories of your misadventures.
My wish for everyone whose life I touch this year, is that I help them be at ease with themselves, in this wild and wonderful world.