How Would You Live?
I have an important question for you:
How would you live, if you could live however you wanted?
Take a minute to really think about that.
Before the rules, before the guilt, before the opinions and the peer pressure and the "common sense"...who were you? Who ARE you? How do you want to live? Where do you thrive?
For a lot of years, I've felt like I didn't have any control over my life. From the big life decisions, to the little "what do we need from the store" details, I felt I had no choice, in the name of submission and selflessness. (News flash: I always had the choice. It is not loving to let people control you.) But now I am asking myself who I am, who I've always been, deep down.
Honestly, I have to go pretty far back to think about who I was before other people's opinions shaped me. Like, about 6 years old. A person might think of themselves as very incomplete at that age, but to tell you the truth, what I remember about 6 year-old Disney is exactly the same stuff that 36 year-old Disney is made of.
I wanted to be happy. I wanted other people to be happy. I wanted to live carefree and play and enjoy everything that was beautiful. And if it wasn't beautiful when I found it, I would MAKE it beautiful, and then I would sit it awe of it.
I loved people. I loved being out in the world and exploring it. I wanted to see everything and hear everything and KNOW everything. I loved dress up and dolls. (Mostly dressing up my dolls.) I wanted to wear a princess dress every. single. day. There was no activity that a princess dress was not appropriate for. Grocery shopping? Princess dress. Church? Princess dress. (duh) Neighborhood baseball? Princess dress with pants underneath. I still feel that way, 100%.
Over the years I learned that I was "over-the-top" and what made me happy did not make other people happy. After a while, the half-snide comments about me being "fancy" outweighed the joy I felt from being fancy.
Buuuuut. Not anymore, kids. I'm 'bout done with that.
Because here's the thing: those people who need you to be a certain way in order to accept you, will eventually find some reason to not accept you anyway. They don't like you. And well, that's ok. You just keep loving them (from a distance) and sashay away in your princess dress. Because you are on your way to the ball, and they are getting spit on your tiara.