|Case in point.|
Anyway, my friend and I will send each other the most astute and/or hilarious pictures we find all damn night and absolutely piss our pants laughing.
It occurs to me that I like Inspirobot because I am all of the things that Inspirobot is. A little wise, a little wacky, a little nuts, a little funny - and possibly not something that everyone would "get."
For most of my life, that has been something I have not quite liked about myself.
For most of my life, I’ve been trying to shove myself into a certain role the way many of us try to squeeze into our pants from high school.
Every week, the pants are the same size and shape – and, every week, I can’t quite get into them. Some weeks they don’t even go up over my thighs; other weeks they almost zip. Those weeks, I am filled with a panic-like excitement that maybe TOMORROW will be the day that I’ll get into them, and my ENTIRE LIFE is about to change!
Inevitably, tomorrow comes, and the pants still don’t fit, but for some reason, I keep up this tired routine of trying to be something I’m really not.
Trust me – there are plenty of things I love about myself. To name a few: I have great legs (gymnastics, figure skating, triathlon), a really unique eye color that no one can ever agree on (green? grey? blue?), a ton of energy, a positive attitude, loyalty for days, a greater-than-average problem-solving ability, and a wicked good sense of direction.
|Not so fast, Inspiribot|
You know who DOES exist? The role we make up for ourselves. Or no role at all, if you're not bound and determined to label everything in your life, like I am.
As much as I advocate reaching for the stars and trying to do the impossible, there is a time and place where you just have to be what you are, where you are. And I'm inching closer to that.
And forget the pants. You look better in a skirt anyway.
|Before the clothes came off|