As I roll into another birthday all of this resonates with me:
How repressing our Self leads to ill health.
How what makes us different makes us beautiful.
How daring to be vocal about what’s not right in the world is not only necessary it should be expected when we reach mid-life.
My literary agent is working with me on a book proposal project. She edited one sentence. She replaced the word Visionary that I used and changed it to radical.
What I write is radical at times. I write things and talk about things that no one else is writing or talking about.
I’m often the first one–and the only one–doing this.
As 54 beckons, and I look around and see what’s happening outside around me I can’t help but think that courage is warranted.
We need to have the guts to stand up and shout about it when something’s not right.
We need to have the courage to stand tall when other people refuse to treat their fellow human beings with dignity.
It’s sad that acting true to yourself is seen as courageous.
It should be expected and accepted that every one of has the right to be ourselves.
This struck me more so as an inviolable creed after riding a crowded city bus one night.
I came home and realized that the way to live is to have no fear.
So I would like to tell readers of this blog: Dare to be You.
God broke the mold after he made you. God doesn’t make junk. God doesn’t make mistakes.
Whether you are Christian or not and whether you practice some kind of actual religion or not I trust you can understand the underlying theme:
Basing how you live–even so far as deciding how to dress–on fear of what people think, on fear of standing out, on any kind of fear is not the way to live.
The older I get with my life getting shorter I think:
“You don’t have time to waste trying to impress people who are cowards.
You’re the only one who has to accept and be impressed by yourself.”
It’s a fool’s errand trying to conform to what other people tell you is the only way to live, act, be, and dress.
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