Remember how I’ve talked about how I’m my father’s daughter?
I often get emails like this:
A little aside: I love e.e. cummings. I don’t think my dad was even aware of this!
My dad often sends quotes for the benefit of my blog, but he also manages to send them appropriately to my mood (whether he knows it or not). I got that email last week on a day that I was feeling really down on myself and it made me feel better. That’s the point of each mantra that I post here: to inspire, spark a feeling, and/or reassure.
In regards to this quote in particular: I love marching to the beat of my own drum; I love being a little different than everyone else. I’m incredibly blessed to have a wonderful family and amazing friends who not only support me but love me for who I am. However, learning to accept myself personally has always been a work in progress. It’s something that I feel much more comfortable about now, but really struggled with growing up even up to fairly recently. It would be so easy to just say, “I want to be unique! I don’t want to be like anyone else!” but as a child, a teenager, and even as an adult, we all have those days when we just think, “Why can’t anyone else just ’get’ me?”
And that’s okay! It’s bound to happen. But it’s important that at the end of that day, you still want to fight for the person you know you are.
And now, for a slightly lighter tone…
I think I want to add something new to my weekly mantras! When I was listening to some music a couple of days ago I was thinking about how I only listen to certain songs depending on my mood, which transitioned into the idea that it might be fun to make a list of 5-10 songs to kick off each week here! Sometime they’ll be “themed,” and sometimes they’ll just depend on what I’m feelin’.
This week, I’m really feeling both the laziness of summer and a certain level of nostalgia, since I’m home; the other days I took a look outside at dusk and saw the glow of fireflies and just had that image of my siblings and I running around at my grandparents’ old lake house, trying to catch them in jars. On the way to said house, my mom always played killer mix tapes of everything from 80s New Wave to classic rock from the 70s. Did I mention my mom has epic taste in music?
So, I give you your lazy summer playlist: the “old”. Maybe next week will be “the new?”
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