Be Unexpected

BE UNEXPECTED.

This popped into my head today as I was biking around town. Getting lots of stares. Maybe because I have shorts on in January. Maybe it’s my extraordinary leg warmers. Maybe it’s just because people gawk. Maybe it’s because I don’t look like your average Terre Haute commuter. Who knows (maybe it’s actually a little of them all), but I grasped this idea of being unexpected.

As children we’re conditioned. Told who we are. Smart. Beautiful. Artsy. Athletic. Or even negatively. Stupid. Ugly. Fat. We are labeled, and so we often stick to the box we’ve been shoved in to.  We quietly stay in the archetype we’ve been assigned.

I find as an adult, or when we’re meeting new people, we don’t have this back story. We often take people at face value. Rarely do people fully get the experience of one another. Because we are often afraid to show people are true selves. We may share glimpses. Like a partly cloudy day. We don’t just shine in our full potential, a bright sun in the sky.

I find within myself, I kind of enjoy being underestimated. Seeing people’s expressions as they discover more about me. Because that’s it, there is MORE to people than we see or know. There are skills. Passions. Dreams. Challenges. And beauty within us all.

I may look like a short blonde with big boobs. But there is depth. I’m studious (I study for fun). I’m creative and artsy. I enjoy walking. It brings me joy and so I walk everywhere. I crave to climb mountains (more than food often). I thrive in kitchen, baking and cooking from scratch. I’m strong, like really strong. I’m flexible. I’m sensitive. Smiling is my favorite. I’m happy often, but not all the time. I believe in infinite possibilities. I seek adventure. I’m terrified of routine, stagnancy, and comfort zones. I’m constantly self-evaluating. I want to evolve, change, and grow. I don’t want to merely exist. I want to live. I yearn to feel ALIVE.

And so I think it’s important to be a little weird. Unexpected. And more than the character we’re believed to be. Also do it for someone else. Be open. Let people share, show and tell you MORE of themselves.

“You are terrifying and strange and beautiful, someone not everyone knows how to love.” - Warsan Shire, Poet. Kenya-UK. (Somali: Warsan Shireh, Arabic: ورسان شاير‎) The final lines from the poem "For Women Who Are Difficult to Love." See this poem performed by Warsan Shire at http://vimeo.com/38766162  More on Shire: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Warsan_Shire Never make yourself less for anyone.

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