Ask my momma about the day I was born and you'll hear a story of my dad sleeping, my mom sneaking to scrub baseboards, her hemorrhaging and both of us nearly dying. Moral of the story, I came into this world to the beat of my own drum. No, no birth is "typical" but this event set the stage for my life.
I was never the kid who wanted to be like all the other kids. I was always unique. I was never afraid of what people might think. I did my own thing. I still liked New Kids on the Block when I was 18, did I care? No. Did I care that I maybe didn't dress like everyone else? No. Did I care that my hair wasn't perfect? No. Little things that added up to make me who I was.
While I've changed a lot over 37 years, one aspect that has changed very little is the fact that I still, march to the beat of my own drum. And it's often said, that is one thing people admire about me. That I've never been afraid to be myself. And I find it getting more difficult the older I get. I don't know if it is a fear of making a fool of myself or just the fact that I over think things. But then I quickly remember I wasn't put on this planet to conform, and be like everyone else, I was put on this planet to shine in my own way (God I know how corny I sound right now).
I will always be that girl who loves her jeans, hoodies and ratty boots but can clean up once in a while when the time is right. I will never have a perfectly clean house. I will always have an abundance of yarn. I will always be loud and heard above the crowd. I will never be afraid to be a little goofy with my family. I will always want to sing (very poorly) along with the radio. Or sing loudly in my office. I could go on and on, but I will never stop being me.
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