Celebrating Being Different
Copyrighted by Lorna Tedder. Originally published in Third Degree Curves.
My meeting Â with Â my Â new Â mentor Â went Â quite Â well. Among many other things, we were able to decipher this lifetimeâ€™s purpose, with a tiny bit of tweaking yet to come:
My lifeâ€™s purpose is to celebrate being different by connecting with the energies around me and sharing my experiences with others.
This resonated Â on many Â levels, Â absolutely Â fitting Â in with my Â writing Â / publishing / speaking Â / consulting/ learning /teaching plans of the future and my career transition, and there was yet another epiphany. Â During this process, it became so clear to me that sharing my feelings and experiences with others (giving and receiving sharing) is extremely Â important to me. Duh. Â The experience Â of connecting and sharingâ€”not Â so much teaching as sharing, yesâ€”is vital in my relationships and in anything fulfilling I do. So is being accepted and cherished for my being different.
That level of sharing was missing in my marriage. SoÂ was the acceptance of me being me. No wonder things were so hard sometimes.
No wonder, when I feel cut off and not able to shareÂ with friends whatâ€™s important to me, do I feel wounded and Â unappreciated. Â The sharing and the acceptance Â are fundamental to me. The same with my job. Itâ€™s why Iâ€™ve often given away so much, sometimes too much. I love to share whatâ€™s happened to me, but I love, too, to be Â on the receiving end of hearing Â about Â othersâ€™ Â experiences, especially when weâ€™ve formed a connection, a bond.
And when I bond, I tend to accept flaws and foibles and quirks, Â up to the point of a loss of integrity, and I, too, want to be accepted right along with all my flaws and foibles and quirks.
The thing I like best about this life purpose statement isÂ Â Â Â Â Â itsÂ Â Â Â Â Â Â anchor: celebrate Â Â Â Â being Â different. Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Iâ€™ve Â Â Â Â been â€œdifferentâ€ all my life, painfully so, and often very alone in it, especially in a small town in the Bible Belt. But not just to be different or accept that Iâ€™m different but to celebrate it.
And thatâ€™s probably my greatest joy in a relationship: when Â someone celebratesâ€”not Â accepts or tolerates, but celebratesâ€”that Iâ€™m different.