I ran across this image on Facebook one day recently and felt such a resonance with its message. I don’t know who Aunt Frances is, but I sure as hell want to be her when I grow up.
Spending most of my life as an outsider means I’ve never felt normal.
I never fit in.
I was never compliant – not willingly – and I never will be.
In order for me to live in a way that doesn’t sicken me, I have to live outside the boundaries of what most people think of as a normal life.
My sheroes are maverick women like Helen Keller, Amelia Earhart, Frida Kahlo, Georgia O’Keeffe, and writers: Virginia Woolf, Emily Dickinson, Jane Austen, Gloria Steinem, and George Sand.
I like to wear leopard print dresses and silver earrings and men’s boots.
I like to eat what I want: cake, curry, potato chips, Korean BBQ, Pad Thai.
I paint my toenails turquoise or red and am toying with dyeing my hair purple. At this point in my life, I want the inner world I inhabit to show.
I don’t care if I am strange or an acquired taste.
If you like me, fine.
If you don’t, there’s the door.
After I turned forty, I seriously gave no fucks what anyone thought of me.
I wanted to live out loud.
I wanted to sing and shimmy and shake.
I didn’t want to be a timid mouse.
I wanted to roar.
So much of my early life was spent afraid. Afraid of the dark. Afraid of death. Afraid of risk. Afraid of failure.
I worried and fretted and freaked out over every little thing that might go wrong.
And you know what?
It all turned out to be a complete waste of time, energy, and life force.
What about what might go right?
Now, I find myself furious whenever anyone tries to tell me what I ‘should’ do or ‘should’ think.
I have zero tolerance for toeing the line, being a good girl, doing as I am told, or having anyone – male or female – tell me to sit down and shut up.
You sit down and shut up if you want to, but do not ever tell me what I think or what is permissible for me.
See, this child dials direct.
I have access to my own wisdom and my own choir of angels.
I can call on them anytime and I do.
The closer these feet march toward the end of my glorious days on this beautiful planet, the more I realize that being alive while I am alive is the only goal.
If you want to sit in the corner and wait for your reward for not taking a cookie, feel free.
I am taking the cookie, riding the bike, and licking the god damn spoon!
I plan to unwrap and use this unfettered, courageous heart on loan to me. For the limited time I’ve been given, I plan to live.
I suggest you do the same.
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