Sometimes I get caught up in trying to be an ideal. Or beat myself up for not fitting in. I realize my strengths and weaknesses and I really don't like some of my weaknesses. For instance, I am constantly trying to be organized. I have a girlfriend who was born-organized; I was not. I was born wanting to be organized! I realized this truth and it has brought me some comfort. I am different. Not a glaring, first impression, strange different, I don't think. I've known this since high school, my girlfriends told me. I didn't connect with them like they did with each other. It's the same with my sisters. They are all quite crafty. (I am some what anti-craft, just not my forte.) I limit such projects. They are voracious fiction readers. I haven't read fiction since college. I am into non-fiction, self-help type books. (I get that from my dad.) Strange, I know. I am also fashion-challenged. I have the least amount of fashion sense in my family, my husband agrees. Mom has told me I dress older than she does. I have called Michelle and described my outfit to her (before camera phones were so prevalent) to see if I was okay to wear the ensemble. I consult my 10 year old daughter often for her budding fashionista approval. I think I have gotten better. I gave away the top that I think got that comment from my mom. But, at the same time, I have embraced my unique sense of style. For my birthday I decided I wanted a pair of Birkenstock sandals. I had a pair in high school. They were somewhat popular back then. Still, different. But, I love my Birks! I have been wearing them all around, even just around the house. I am embracing my uniqueness, in a new way. And I am loving it!
