Broken Crayons Still Color

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I realize life isn’t perfect, so I accept life just like it is: raw, real, and beautifully messy. Anything portraying life as anything different is simply delusion.

I’m not perfect either…my crayon is chipped, has a strange name, and is slightly broken. I always was that one crayon who awkwardly stood out from all the rest of the crayons in the box, and sometimes me standing out got beautifully messy too: I was often rejected, made fun of, bullied. and hurt.

So it shouldn’t really be any surprise on why I feel the way I do about these boxes that are designed to keep each crayon nice, neat and uniformly confined and packaged into perfect little rows.

How do I feel about them you ask?

With all due respect…

Fuck ’em.

And in the past, I made it my personal mission to be sure I destroyed each and every box society ever attempted to place me in. This also required me to discard any and all societal rules, regulations, or “coloring books” only permitting me to color inside its designated lines and parameters. Whose entire existence is grounded in stifling individual self-expression, unique creativity, and any gifts daring to venture across these imaginary borderlines into some form of new expansion.

Broken crayons still color and this crayon right here – writing this – never gave a second thought when it came to coloring outside the lines. We are all born outside these lines, and the only difference between me and possibly you is, I’ve once again chosen to reclaim my power I’d forgotten.

Now I live and breathe in the fresh air of freedom every single moment of every day, and you can too.

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I’m a very different crayon forged by greatness, integrity and a form of loyalty so rare that it runs deeper than blood. There is no other crayon out there colored quite like me, and simply put…there’s none out there colored quite like you either.

In childhood being different may have caused you pain, but your weirdness made you unique. Own your scars. Use them to crack the world wide open with your gifts. Become another bad-ass oddly fucking colored crayon who loves standing out and doesn’t mind being considered different. Decide you are worthy of being free from conformity that restricts and limits you.

There’s a ton of ways I choose to invest in myself and the quality of my life that are considered incomprehensibly illogical by others, but I’ve learned to pay “no-mind” to what other people think regarding my choices and what I feel to do is best for me and my well-being.

Self-care isn’t selfish, it’s creating a strong foundation. Why would you only give people what is left of you, when instead they could be receiving the best of you?

I don’t follow logical responses on this journey anymore anyways, I follow my intuition. I’m “heart-led” and with each step I take, I know I’m continuously being guided toward the places I only once envisioned and previously visited in dreams.

Where the mind lacks an understanding, the Soul requires no explanation.

Each morning I wake up and consciously decide I am going to show up and be true to myself, then I wipe away the sleep crust from each of my eyes. When I begin to look around, I realize…those dreams I envisioned? I had actually already been living them, right here and right now, in my reality today.

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