I’m so grateful to be one of the weird people. I’ve always known I was a misfit and could never figure out precisely what caused me to feel that way. Part of me thought it had something to do with my disabilities. As I got older, I recognized that I’m an introvert, which made me think something inside me must be broken.
I see the world through different eyes or what I’ve started to call sometimes “magic glasses.” I’ve tried to explain it to myself, but failed. So I won’t even try to explain it to you all. I know I don’t have to.
These magic glasses come in handy sometimes. This week I’ve been struggling with the negative part of being a creative, spiritual person who sees the world differently. Tonight I feel the wind beneath my wings starting to lift me higher again.
I think I can keep going as long as I am a weird person and there are others like me. This is how I find them–by putting words together (or reading others’ words) to take my place in the world.
I can’t change the world alone, but I can change my corner of it. You can change yours if you want to. The weird people will always find a way to find each other.
I wonder if it has something to do with love and Spirit and creativity.