This weekend I’m catering a SuperBowl Party! \u00a0Wahoo. \u00a0And getting paid! \u00a0I’m going to try and copy cat this :<\/p>\n
WISH I COULD DO THIS:<\/p>\n Yet since the now infamous attempt of my building the Taj Mahal out of a cake story<\/a>… that I have never lived down… I have learned that I have some serious limitations especially when it comes to crafty ideas! lol<\/p>\n Anyways, it’s all good!<\/p>\n \u201cIf you are always trying to be normal, you will never know how amazing you can be.\u201d –<\/strong><\/em>Maya Angelou<\/p>\n I love this quote. \u00a0Forever, high school, especially, I so wanted to be normal. \u00a0Living in a predominantly white town of Dayton, Ohio, I hated being different. \u00a0I hated that I wasn’t the all American girl with the blond hair (well, I actually wished for red hair and green eyes) and had the typically stereo-type of the Dad working and being a well respected member of the community, a mom who was at home making cookies for us after school… I wished we lived in a “nice” part of town with all those wholesome looking neighbourhoods and perfectly manicured lawns. Nope. \u00a0None of the above fantasies were I realities. \u00a0I was also a true misfit.<\/p>\n I grew up, went to a University that was multi-cultural and found out that my hertiage was cool. \u00a0I found out that so many others lived like I had and that so many that lived that “fantasy life” were just as unhappy and insecure as I was!<\/p>\n What?<\/p>\n Then as I continued to grow, out of my shell, out of my insecurities and embrace all that was me… I made an amazing discovery! \u00a0I am so NOT normal! \u00a0And you know what? \u00a0It’s OK because once I became me, the me I was suppose to be… I realized that I was super special! lol<\/p>\n Such a craZy thing! \u00a0I know it’s all part of growing up… but you know, there’s so much pain in wanting to be a normal part of your peers world and yet the reality of being so different is actually such a gift!<\/p>\n I also had a epiphany … my family, is so unique. \u00a0Yes, we had our many issues growing up in a disfunctional home but \u00a0you know what? \u00a0We are actually a very close family. \u00a0Sanj is forever ragging on me about the number of times that my family and I talk… I mean I probably talk to my mom and both brothers everyday. \u00a0Is that weird? \u00a0Well, here’s the thing… it may be weird but it’s our love language. \u00a0It’s ok to be in each other’s lives and know the happening and support and love each other. \u00a0In the end … we have each other’s back.<\/p>\n I realized that for so many years I was wanting normal… that I didn’t see the gift that was right there… a family that was always going to have my back. \u00a0Oh sure there were many issues, we didn’t live in the right neighbourhood, my dad was a nut \u00a0(I say this with love… but every family tree has to have a few nuts right?) \u00a0and now when I pause… I am grateful for my family. \u00a0I see the awesomeness in each of these people I love.<\/p>\n Thank You, Jesus for my family.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" I’m not sure who reads my blog anymore but I seem to be so busy that it’s not as consistent as I used to be. \u00a0Yet it is still a place I like to come to and write out my … Continue reading ![\"\"](\"http:\/\/livinglovingbreathingboys.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/02\/DSCF1069.jpg\" "\\"DSCF1069\\"")
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