you are extraordinarymaybe you are the person with the secret super power you've never owned up to. you never admitted it to yourself, because being "extraordinary" would seem somehow, haughty or presumptive. "who do i think i am?" you might have asked yourself. or "what would they think?"
maybe you've been buried under the hum drum, lost in the avalanche of rush hour traffic and mortgage payments. crushed under piles of laundry and stacks of bowls and dishes. adrift in a sea of term papers.
there are a lot of ways to become an amnesiac.
no more of that. now is the moment when you realize you can no longer hide from what you are.
your super power might be what you are the most ashamed of. it may have caused you endless grief. it might be the thing you'd never dare let out of that closet. the one with the five locks on it, and ten layers of paint, and the silent alarm. you may have to go at it with a pick axe, for days or months or years, to get it open, depending on how deeply it is buried underneath your defenses.
you've only been hiding from yourself.
so... get that closet door open. peer into the depths of your gift. put your face to its face. gaze into its eyes, learn the contours of its cheeks, watch the way it breathes.
start asking the dumb questions, the "how do i get started?" kinds of questions. the world is open and wide and longs for you to take your place in it.
everyone together now, out loud: today is the day i admit i am extraordinary.
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Lovely! That reminds me of a sticker I have on my mirror in the bathroom: "You already possess everything necessary to become great."
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nice! (and thanks) :-)
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The Desiderata for Gen-Z ;) Oh i haven't thought of that in years.... where is my bong?
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steve - LOL!! god man, you crack me up.
credit where credit is due:
i was talking to my wife last night. we were talking about things we've talked about, many times. but there was something different about the conversation.
at some point she said, to her own great surprise, "i have to admit to myself that i'm extraordinary."
and she was right. she IS extraordinary.
it hit me square between the eyes. we all need to admit this to ourselves. we aren't going to get anywhere without this knowledge. it's already in us. we just have to uncover it.
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I have never had much difficulty recognizing that I am extraordinary. My difficulty has always been in getting others to recognize that I am extraordinary.
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4 comments down and I'm still the first to say ...
"I AM - I AM SUPERMAN - I CAN DO ANYTHING!"
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Oh - and @1 - Jess ... Great sticker. I had one that said "Have you called your mom TODAY". How's that for a constant feeling of guilt?! :-)
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lars, you are as big a goofball as i am. congratulations, you poor bastard.
;-)
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Saw this today and it made me think of you:
"Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness, that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous? Actually, who are you NOT to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightening about shrinking so that other people won't feel unsure around you. We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. It is not just in some of us; it is in everyone. As we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others."
~Marianne Williamson
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that's good stuff. thanks. :-)
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Yea verily draw near gentle commentators for here be a beer fuelled zen parable of learning something new everyday...
A Scotsman and an Englishman were driving through Edinburgh in a taxi. The Englishman was keeping an eye out for any fierce looking highlanders with red beards, kilts and claymores. He was disappointed when he didn't see any.
'Where are all the sporans and the dirks in the socks?" he queried his Scottish companion
"Where is your bowler hat and rolled up umberella?" was the reply. The two sat in silence for a while.
"Will this do you Jimmy?" asked the taxi driver
"Jimmy?" asked the Englishman,
"All Scotsmen are called Jimmy" replied the Scot
"I thought all you lot were called Jock?" opined the Englishman
"In the same way Irishmen are called Mick and Englishmen are called John" said the Scot
"Jack" interjected the taxi driver "Londoner's are called Jack Or at least Jack London was, 'Call of the wild' and all that"
"Wilde was called Oscar" said the Englishman
"Jack Nicholson won several Oscars" say the Scot, " and he is American I wonder what the rest of them are called?"
"Bastards" said the Englishman
"Well you learn something new everyday, That will be £25 please gents" said the taxi driver.
Steve (who currently can hear one hand clapping quite clearly)
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steve,
pass the spliff
;-)
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Jonvon,
Normally I'd try to come up with some mildly witty comment to a post like this, but you know, you're right about that. I've met so many people who have things about them - talents, features, situations, etc. that embarass them but everyone else is green with envy about. It's crazy how our brains can get so blocked up with defense based on nothing.
Thanks for posting that, man.
Tom
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thanks tom. :-) nice to see you around.
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your beautiful love, support and undying kindness help me feel extraordinary every day. you are my extraordinary everything...
you are an extraordinary person. thank you.
i love you.
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@8
Francie...that is the coolest quote.
John...right back atcha!!! I'm certain that everyone who has ever read your blog has felt inspired by the extraordinary in you in some way at some point in time.
Steve...[lol]...no...forget it... John said it all.
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lol
thanks deb. :-)