If you are always trying to be normal,
you will never know how amazing you can be.
Once, when I was substituting in a classroom, the little kids gathered around me, gazing at the marks on my hands. A daring child traced the veins with a finger, and they ooed and ahhed over the tendons (ligaments? bones?) beneath the skin. What was normal for me amazed those students.
As I sit here drinking apple juice with protein powder mixed into it, I don’t feel very amazing now. I feel fat. I’ve never weighed more than 106 pounds my whole life, except for during pregnancies. This extra twenty pounds of swollen tissues is wearing me down.
I might hope I’m in the pre-chrysalis stage—still a fat little caterpillar waiting to be transformed. Except that we are already What We Are, divine spirits clothed in flesh. Angel wings and feet of clay?
What we focus on is what we get more of. So, shall we make time to imagine flying? Spreading our amazing wings and, in free flight, adding to the beauty of the world?
Photo by Adnan Sami