All of you judgmental types are thinking how unhealthy this is.
That old mantra: get out of your comfort zone. And it occurred to him, what is so bad about staying in your comfort zone? A comfort zone actually sounds kind of nice. Is it possible we’ve been getting it wrong all along?
I thought that was pure genius.
“I’d like a plate of forgiveness with a side of mercy.”
Weirdness is what makes us unique. It’s those little things that are off the grid, not always easy to understand, impossible to replicate. Weirdness is us in our rawest forms. Unpolished. Honest. Hopefully open to interpretation, growth, and change, but weirdness is our truth. I would argue it’s the magic that draws us to someone or something—when we recognize another’s weirdness matches up with ours, and we are not alone. Anne of Green Gables might call those people kindred spirits.
So, this is sort of a guest post. My brother, Jim Ford, put this on Facebook the other day and I loved it so much I asked him if I could use it on my blog. I was planning to elaborate and embellish, one (two?) of my specialties. The thing is, every time I start to do that, it’s not as good as when I just leave it alone. So, here it is, in all of its sparse, wise, glory:
I threw this image up on Facebook and Instagram yesterday after finding it on one of my neglected Pinterest boards. It was my mantra for the day based on a morning of failure. Failure in the form of burnt toast, hungry, unhygienic children; a cluttered house, laundry on the dining table, too tight pants, dirty hair, no blog entries in over a week, an empty bank account, and lateness, just to name a few.