For the first half, heck, three quarters of my life, my motto was something like “blend in at all costs.” I wanted desperately to fit in. To be a cool kid, a social butterfly…a rock star.
So I tried.
I bought the right brands of clothes. Used the right words. Drank what everybody else was drinking. Did my very best to become one of the Borg people.
I really did try.
But you know what? It didn’t work. I am none of those things. I am a square peg in a sea of round holes. A redhead in a world that prefers blondes. To put it bluntly, I am a geek (your first clue? I know what the Borg are).
So I decided to change my motto. These days, it’s pretty simple: Be yourself. Or at least try.
It’s remarkably freeing, that motto.
It’s allowed me to start wearing the clothes I love for the first time since I was a kid. Things like swingy polka dot dresses on warm summer days. Skirts and tights instead of jeans on comfy Saturday afternoons. Mismatched socks (when forced to wear socks), because, well, why not?
It’s made it possible to finally admit that, all things considered, I’d much rather stay at home and read a book than hit the bars. After all, the action between the covers of a book? Is generally much more exciting than anything that happens while crammed shoulder-to-shoulder with stinky strangers in a club.
It’s even helped me accept my wallflower status. Because let’s face it. Some of us aren’t meant to be the life of the party. Besides, if there weren’t a few of us hanging back watching the action, there would be no audience for those who need one. And then what would they do?
It’s not easy being green. But it’s a heck of a lot easier than trying to change your spots.
This post was written as part of this week’s Writing Workshop over at Mama Kat’s. The prompt I chose, in case you haven’t guessed yet, is 2.) What is one of your life mottoes? There’s lots of other brilliant writers taking part this (and every) week, so head on over there and check it out.