You Can’t Box Me

First let me start off by saying that yesterday, I totally forgot to tag my lovely interviewee. I had a brain fart. Sorry. I went back and linked her up, but mostly after people had already been here. So, please, if you haven’t already, go visit my friend Dutchy and tell her I said hello.

I have to say that, since I have started blogging, my post from Wednesday was, by far, the most therapeutic post. Of course this blog has helped me grow and change since I started it, but the responses that I got from you all the other day were so eye-opening, encouraging, heart warming comments that I have ever had. I said to Pand0ra that I was, at times, feeling like I should be punching the air with my fists and saying, “hell yeah!”

Then, yesterday, Britt wrote a beautiful follow up post, Echoing Shelli’s Sentiments, that just felt like she was writing from inside of my heart. I even asked her if it was warm in there. She really explained what I was feeling even better than I could. She knows. A lot of you know.

There are a lot of us who fit into the “misc. shit” box, as Britt called it. And maybe that’s okay. Or it should be okay. Why do we want to be like everyone else, anyway? Isn’t what God or Whomever or the universe meant was for us all to be different and unique? The world would be a very boooring place if we all just looked, acted, felt, did, were like everyone else.

So in those times when I am feeling awkward, out of place, left out, I need to remind myself to be who I am and not try to fit into a little box. We’re not miscellaneous “shit”, though. We are Miscellaneous Sparkly, Shiny, Special Stuff. MiSSes. (I know, I combined some of the Ss. Work with me here.) The best part about our particular “box” is that it changes shapes and sizes and specifications as we need or desire it to. We can’t be confined. Isn’t that beautiful?

You guys are so awesome! Why do I even need therapy with friends like you? (Don’t worry, I’m still going.)