This really resonated with me. I accepted and embraced being weird a long time ago and the label ‘weird’ is not a negative one to me. I really loved learning the original meaning of wyrd though, controlling fate. There is immense power in the weird and I’m finally embracing that aspect of it more fully.
It took me most of my life to accept and embrace being weird. I can still feel in my gut what it felt like when kids on the playground called me weird. I wish I knew then what I know now…to say back “Yes, I am. Thank you. I like being weird. It’s my special skill.”
I use to be told you’re too sensitive. I thought there was something seriously wrong with me until recently. I have learned to love that part of even if others don’t.
Just last fall after reinforcing my boundaries with someone I said ‘I’m sensitive, sorry. Wait..no I’m not sorry for being sensitive’. What many fail to realize is that honoring someone’s differences and sensitivities is a form of respect. Really basic stuff.
I’ve stopped apologizing for anything that I don’t feel truly and deeply guilty for. and even then, I usually say “please forgive me” rather than “I’m sorry.” cuz I’m not sorry for being sensitive, or for accidentally bumping into someone unintentionally, or for being me.
I can relate. I had an older brother who was a bully and criticized everything I did. So I learned to hide all my thoughts and even my emotions. I didn’t know that I was burying my superpowers.
oh…it’s a process. There have been times I have cursed my weirdness, and other times I danced in it. There were times in childhood that I liked it, and other times I cursed it. Still to this day, there are moments I just wish I could be normal…like when I go to a restaurant and decide to leave because it is too loud and over-stimulating. Everyone looks like they are having so much fun. But then I have to remind myself that I have a different kind of fun. And yet, I think…those people never have to convince themselves of their kind of fun. Oh the mental machinations I go through because of my weirdnesses. and. my twisty curly cue brain is my weirdness!
Teri, they just haven’t made the restaurants for your sensibilities yet. I’ve seen posts on instagram about restaurants in Europe where phones are not allowed to be on and people bring books and knit and whatnot. It will happen though!
I need a restaurant that has carpeting, and not a concrete ceiling, and doesn’t play music, and has dividers between the tables! I’d love a quiet space like that to enjoy. Maybe I need to go to Europe!
While I fully embraced it, I kept it compartmentalized from my daily work. I decided to integrate it more last year though. No more ‘two Annettes’. It definitely helped me be more empathetic to others and helped them be more vulnerable.
The weirdness in its various forms and all that comes with it is like a muscle that also needs to be flexed. I’ve found that in the last year it has served me and others well. I feel more attuned to energies and start to think about things and even act before I intellectually know about them. I can’t wait to build more weirdness muscles this year!
ooooh! I love your analogy of it being like a muscle that needs to be exercised. I love that feeling that I get when I’ve lifted weights and feel stronger the next day. Feeling stronger in the weirdness is truly a super power!
There is a big part of my inner landscape that wants to own the weird aka wyrd. And I'm thinking of just letting her rip! Haha!
I seriously cannot wait for this to begin. I am so excited to hang out with everyone, and learn new things, and create!
This really resonated with me. I accepted and embraced being weird a long time ago and the label ‘weird’ is not a negative one to me. I really loved learning the original meaning of wyrd though, controlling fate. There is immense power in the weird and I’m finally embracing that aspect of it more fully.
It took me most of my life to accept and embrace being weird. I can still feel in my gut what it felt like when kids on the playground called me weird. I wish I knew then what I know now…to say back “Yes, I am. Thank you. I like being weird. It’s my special skill.”
I use to be told you’re too sensitive. I thought there was something seriously wrong with me until recently. I have learned to love that part of even if others don’t.
It took me decades to decide that being sensitive wasn’t “wrong”. Now, I’m building a club for people like us!
Just last fall after reinforcing my boundaries with someone I said ‘I’m sensitive, sorry. Wait..no I’m not sorry for being sensitive’. What many fail to realize is that honoring someone’s differences and sensitivities is a form of respect. Really basic stuff.
I’ve stopped apologizing for anything that I don’t feel truly and deeply guilty for. and even then, I usually say “please forgive me” rather than “I’m sorry.” cuz I’m not sorry for being sensitive, or for accidentally bumping into someone unintentionally, or for being me.
I can relate. I had an older brother who was a bully and criticized everything I did. So I learned to hide all my thoughts and even my emotions. I didn’t know that I was burying my superpowers.
Those damn big brothers. Mine took great pleasure in finding my triggers and tickling them to watch me explode!
YES!!! I love that you embraced your weird a long time ago. Apparently I am a slow learner! lol
oh…it’s a process. There have been times I have cursed my weirdness, and other times I danced in it. There were times in childhood that I liked it, and other times I cursed it. Still to this day, there are moments I just wish I could be normal…like when I go to a restaurant and decide to leave because it is too loud and over-stimulating. Everyone looks like they are having so much fun. But then I have to remind myself that I have a different kind of fun. And yet, I think…those people never have to convince themselves of their kind of fun. Oh the mental machinations I go through because of my weirdnesses. and. my twisty curly cue brain is my weirdness!
I feel that way often and now Im more than ok with it. Being sensitive just means we navigate the world in a unique way.
I’m so glad to have met you!
Teri, they just haven’t made the restaurants for your sensibilities yet. I’ve seen posts on instagram about restaurants in Europe where phones are not allowed to be on and people bring books and knit and whatnot. It will happen though!
I need a restaurant that has carpeting, and not a concrete ceiling, and doesn’t play music, and has dividers between the tables! I’d love a quiet space like that to enjoy. Maybe I need to go to Europe!
While I fully embraced it, I kept it compartmentalized from my daily work. I decided to integrate it more last year though. No more ‘two Annettes’. It definitely helped me be more empathetic to others and helped them be more vulnerable.
The weirdness in its various forms and all that comes with it is like a muscle that also needs to be flexed. I’ve found that in the last year it has served me and others well. I feel more attuned to energies and start to think about things and even act before I intellectually know about them. I can’t wait to build more weirdness muscles this year!
ooooh! I love your analogy of it being like a muscle that needs to be exercised. I love that feeling that I get when I’ve lifted weights and feel stronger the next day. Feeling stronger in the weirdness is truly a super power!
I love thinking of feeling stronger in the weirdness as a super power. The more I tap into it, the stronger I feel.
You are strong, and weirdness is proof of that.