"For every person who might reject you if you live your truth, there are ten others who will embrace you and welcome you home." ~Marianne Williamson
Some folks out there feel compelled, on occasion, to "put me in my place". "Quit playing the victim. If you have chickens you'll become a crazy bird lady. You need to finish school faster. Don't accept help, it makes you weak."
Everyone seems to have an opinion.
Thankfully, for me, God put me in my place. THIS place. I'm quite happy here. Yes, I have moments where life gets hard and I lose heart, but we all do. I feel hurt sometimes by the difficulty that this particular situation weights me with, but I get over it. I grow. I learn. I pray. I HEAL.
I'm one thing, though, that is undeniable. I'm myself. I get a dorky thrill out of trading one of my roosters for a laying hen, as if I'm living back in the frontier and making a home out of a little house in the big woods. I listen to rap music and dance while I can jam like a 50's housewife. I take in my surroundings quietly every day, with a deep joy, enjoying every creation God has made. I hate writing thank you notes, but often do things months later out of gratefulness for the gift I remember that someone gave me. I love the tradition of taking tea, and wish I were more directly British (though I'm grateful to have a fabulous British friend).
Worst of all, and best of all - I wear my heart on my sleeve. It makes me vulnerable, but I get the peace of knowing I've always put it all on the line for things I care passionately about.
So, yes... I don't live the picture perfect life of the American Dream, but I'm living my dream in having the freedom to just be myself. A mom. A friend. A daughter.
True love comes in so many forms.