I'm a rebel. Or at least I hope I am.
1.a person who refuses allegiance to, resists, or rises in arms against
the government or ruler of his or her country.
For the purposes of this post, the second definition is the one I'm discussing. I've always resisted the idea that I couldn't do something. While I haven't always had the tenacious attitude, I have always admired those that do.
When someone tells me I can't do something, like the two-year-old, I find I'm far more interested in making it happen. In school, if there was someone that didn't like me, I went about making them my friend. Yes, this has led me into some painful experiences, but none of them a waste of my time or energy.
Being a rebel is risky business and we are bound to make our share of blunders. I've also noticed, the older I get the more willing I am to settle and accept things. On top of that, our culture is always romanticizing youth and selling the idea that staying young is about what we see when we look in the mirror.
The secret to to staying young is to continue to try new things, experience all that this world has to offer. Rebel a little. While our energy level may not be that of a twenty-year-old, we recognize the difference between being busy and actually accomplishing something.
So, as I begin my day, I'm going to separate the things that must be done from the should be done and somewhere in between I'll find the thing that will bring me and others to a better place.
Being afraid of failing or pain is what keeps us from exploring our true potential.
Today I am granting you permission to rebel. Take the road less traveled. Take a risk.
Are you with me? Doesn't matter I'm going to do it anyway...