A Different Drum
Monday, February 17, 2020
WHen my grandson was younger, he wanted a drum set. My daughter refused to have it at her house, so it came to my house. We kept it in the garage except for when he was coming to visit.
He sure enjoyed playing those drums. He would bang and sing. It made me happy to see him having such fun.
Was he a good drummer? Did he keep a beat? NOt really, but he gave it all he had. HE had no fear. ANd he was sure everyone thought he was doing a fabulous job of playing those drums. (We did)
As I recalled this, I thought about myself. I have always marched to the beat of a different drum. I have never been one to go along with the crowd . I have always been an individual in my thinking, in my clothes, in my behavior.
WHen I was younger I did this with confidence. As I gained weight, I have not. I tend to want to be invisible, not calling attention to myself. trying to fit it without notice.
I like to wear mismatched shoes and socks, colorful clothing. I even have a small purple streak in my hair. Just enough to be noticeable, but not enough to call attention to me.
WHy not be like my grandson was and be myself wholeheartedly? SO I am going to work on gaining more self confidence to be myself, to love who I am, no matter what the scale says. To look at those positive qualities I have. To let the person inside, shine on the outside more.
SO here's to marching to our own beat.
Have a beautiful and healthy day.