fingerpaint.jpg (240811 bytes)Everything In Moderation?

When I was in kindergarten we were given green construction paper Christmas trees to decorate. I enthusiastically decorated my tree with every glittery, sparkly bit of ornamentation that caught my fancy. I sat at the table with my head bent over my work totally engrossed in my creation. I zealously decorated my tree to the hilt. It was gaudy and the other kids laughed. You might think this is a sad memory for me but actually it makes me smile because itís a reflection of who I am. Once I watched a Martha Stewart show about Christmas decorating and she stated that one strand of lights was sufficient, sort of a less is more outlook. Any of you who have seen our house will testify that there is nothing in moderation about our Christmas lights. Iím not a very moderate person and itís probably a good thing that I have Maurice to rein me in. I wanted 6 kids, he stopped me at two. I wanted to remove the turf from our front yard and make it all a garden. He said ďNo way.Ē

I could give example after example of this in all areas of my life, the good and the bad. For me, I have to work hard to control myself. Iím afraid to say that ďShe went off the deep end,Ē could be used to describe me. Now thatís not always a bad thing. Iíve been reading Seth Godinís book "The Dip" and he frequently points out that when purchasing people want the best. If you are looking for a neurosurgeon do you really care if he is well rounded and balanced? No you want the best in fact if heís a all engrossed and obsessed about his work all the better. Whatís my point? There is societal pressure to blend in. Itís easy to affirm yourself by doing what everybody else is doing. People start to wear plastic shoes and then you yourpath.jpg (964767 bytes)put some Crocs on your feet. It effortlessly happens; you get sucked into doing things the way everyone else does them. Hereís my challenge to you: be different. Create your own path, be gaudy, be outrageous most importantly donít look around, look within, accept who you are and march to the beat of your drum.

ďIf a man does not keep pace with his companions, perhaps it is because he hears a different drummer. Let him step to the music which he hears, however measured or far away.Ē Ė Henry David Thoreau