Rules

“To be yourself in a world that is constantly trying to make you something else is the greatest accomplishment.”
― Ralph Waldo Emerson

251732_10150219764879805_3659604_nSometimes it feels there are so many rules. You think that when you become an adult you get to start making your own decisions, being who you want to be. Isn’t that what childhood is all about? Figuring out who you are? A safe place to make mistakes? But what happens is you grow up, and you are surrounded by more rules. There are more expectations.

This is what it means to be a professional…
This is what it means to be a wife…
This is what it means to be a mother…
This is what it means to be a homemaker…
This is how to manage your finances…
This is how to dress, eat, laugh, sleep, clean, vote, blah blah blah…

And all of these expectations trump our reality.

“Don’t you ever let a soul in the world tell you that you can’t be exactly who you are.”
― Lady Gaga

294644_10150369833704805_35546421_nWe need to dress this way. Jeans are not professional. It does not matter how much I have done, how hard I have worked, I can not wear jeans because they are not professional.

I am a wife and mother so I need to be domestic. I have to cook, clean, organize, braid, fold. And since I don’t do these things, the world tells me I am “lucky”. Lucky, really? Can’t I just be normal, regular…? No I am lucky.

We are not supposed to talk about our faults and insecurities because “what would people think”. Yet we all live in our little world of anxiety and fear because of the fear of letting our guard down.

“be yourself- not your idea of what you think somebody else’s idea of yourself should be.”
― Henry David Thoreau

207_20385944804_3529_nI know that we need some “rules”. I realize there are some lines we can not cross, but lately, I just want to be able to be who I am instead of worrying about what the world says I should be. What my community or employer, or family, or bank or _______(fill in the blank) says I need to be.

In a country of “freedom” We sure are defined by social rules and judgement. As a Christian, I am surrounded by judgement and rules. Not about how I treat people, but about what I wear to Church or how often I go to Church or what Church I go to, or how I vote or where I send my kids to school…

“To be one’s self, and unafraid whether right or wrong, is more admirable than the easy cowardice of surrender to conformity.”
― Irving Wallace

184601_10150114304704805_532162_nI just want to be me. And me wears jeans, and is disorganized, doesn’t cook, and likes to be on my Iphone, and order take out and keep my laundry in the basket and drink wine and take anti-anxiety meds and maybe swear sometimes(which I do later in this post), and put my feet on my desk and get my nose pierced and dye my hair purple and spend the day in my pajamas watching t.v. and read trashy novels and have a crush on an imaginary character, and eat cookies for lunch (and dinner) and not be defined by “9-5” move to Ethiopia for a year and let my kids pick out their own, un-matching clothes, and believe in socialism and study other religions, and think the best of people and not worry about spelling every single word right, and wear jeans!

“‎Do not allow people to dim your shine because they are blinded. Tell them to put on some sunglasses, cuz we were born this way bitch!”
― Lady Gaga
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