I've never really considered myself a "fun" person. You know the life of the party type folks are instantly attracted to. I've always watched longingly from the sidelines wishing I could be boisterous and energetic, a social butterfly with brightly colored wings. You see, it’s people like this who seem so confident and secure. I want what they have, but I’m slowly learning I’ve got exactly what I need to be the ME God created.
In the last few months my “fun factor” has come into question. Unfortunately, I am the nerdy, teacher type who likes the library and is perfectly content staying home on Friday night watching old Disney movies or The Cosby Show re-runs. I realize how desperately sad this may seem, and believe me, God and I have battled over this issue for some time now. I am tired of being conventional and somewhere along the way I began to see responsible and boring as synonyms.
I am not a rebel, but sometimes I want to be bad. I am certainly not perfect, but sometimes I wish my flaws were less visible. Life seems to be just one big paradox, and I ride the pendulum swing from one extreme to another on a daily basis. As I polled the people in my life I consider friends, I was quickly reminded that I do in fact have the fun gene. However, I can also be uptight and emotional at times. All of these qualities define me is some way or another, but I am not isolated to just one description. For that, I am grateful.
As God and I progress through this journey called life, I continue searching for who I am. My identity used to be so wrapped up in what others expected me to be. Coming to terms with this damaging survival skill left me with a sense of emptiness. If I’m not the little goody two-shoes I’ve strived to be forever, than who am I? My pathetic attempt at wild and uninhibited left a sour taste in my mouth, and I’m pretty sure that God won’t let me be that person even if I want to. In the end, I will continue to grow and be transformed. I will probably never truly figure out who I am, and establishing my foundation as a child of God will be the pursuit of my life. Today, I’m okay with that.
P.S. My fabulous little sister made me a scrap book a few years ago and one of my favorite clippings is a speech bubble that states –
I’m a little “fa, la, la” and “ooo, la, la” wrapped up into one.
I'll think I will let that define me for now. It seems kind of fun, doesn't it?