|No fancy wooden play set here. Just a standard metal swing set. Provides hours of fun.|
Maybe this is in response to the bunches of inspirational quotes I see that float all over Pinterest and Facebook about rejecting the ordinary. My fish-pants-wearing junior high self always reappears and feels rejected whenever I see that, because I'm generally comfortable and happy with my ordinary, and some faceless person is telling me that it is not good enough.
Ooo, the fish pants. I wish I had a picture of those. Yes, I wore a set of fish pants in junior high. To be honest, it was more a fish romper. I did it to stand out. To embrace the weird. And I shouldn't have. Our culture has made being ordinary a social crime, and in response things can get way out of hand. I'm walking proof. (Or at least I would be, if I had taken a picture. Why didn't I take a picture??)
My point is, who says that being ordinary is a crime? Who says that someone is inferior to me because they've chosen something ordinary? In the spirit of embracing others just the way they are, we should at the very least embrace their ordinary. Because at the core, someone's ordinary is exactly who they are. How else would you know?
Have you ever done something to try to break out of the ordinary? How did that go for you?
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31 Days of Ordinary