There comes a time when you realize it's them, not you. That no matter how hard you try, they just weren't meant for you. Dogs, people, places, things...they all fit into one of two categories: "meant to be" or "not meant to be".
For as long as I can remember I have been the "black sheep" of the family. Not in a horrifying sense of outcasted and rejected, but more aptly in a much more painful way of feeling self segregated and misunderstood. I think this was from the pressure I put on myself to stay seen. Stay relevant. All while not attracting too much attention to be judged or ridiculed. For many years I thought I had to do what the rest of them did. Finish school, finish college, get married, have 2.5 kids, a dog and a white picket fence in the suburbs. Today when I look at my life, it's not even close. High school and college completed, but that's where my similarities stop. The thought of having kids terrifies me. I like my freedom, I love my independence. I have 2.5 dogs instead. Plus a few horses and cats, and we'll officially call it the country life. Barbed wire has replaced the idea of white pickets, and the suburb doesn't want me! I talk to nature, and I burn sage. I'm a hippy, mixed with a few parts redneck. And the hell with black, I'm all kinds of shades of awesome, blended in with a few scars and bruises that prove the road can get awfully rough on your own out there.
The path I have taken isn't always easy. I hurt people's feelings, I stand maybe too strongly to my convictions...and I call a spade a spade. Don't light the match if you can't take the heat, so to speak. I've been accused of being too honest, and my mouth often has a mind of its own. But if there's one thing you can always rely on, it's gonna be a fun ride! I don't fit in your box, I truly do have an armoured heart, and that psychedelic sheep and I are starting to find the others...
The Brave. The Weird. The Different. The Awesome.
So if you're a little like me, don't turn around because the path gets narrow or moss covered. Trust that the rest of us are right around that corner. Waiting. Wishing you were here with us. Longing for your wisdom, and your light. Don't be afraid to crush that box...peel back a layer of armour and dance with us under the stars!
Welcome to the herd. Where we all have different stripes, spots and patterns. But we all flow to the same rhythm of our souls.
The Brave. The Weird. The Different. The Awesome.
So if you're a little like me, don't turn around because the path gets narrow or moss covered. Trust that the rest of us are right around that corner. Waiting. Wishing you were here with us. Longing for your wisdom, and your light. Don't be afraid to crush that box...peel back a layer of armour and dance with us under the stars!
Welcome to the herd. Where we all have different stripes, spots and patterns. But we all flow to the same rhythm of our souls.
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