I’ve spent most of my life terrified of being ordinary. Not being like everyone else was the driving force behind many of my decisions, big and small, from dying my hair purple in high school to breaking off an engagement to a perfectly nice guy in my twenties. The source of this fear probably goes back to being what people kindly called a “precocious” kid. I read at an early age and was drawn to books that were too old for me in both style and substance. Adults noticed this and told me I was smart. What I heard was, “You’re different.” I took this to heart and “different” became my brand.
Not being ordinary is hard work. It means refusing to go on the office Starbucks run and instead brewing special ordered triple-filtered Himalayan green tea that tastes like straw. It means watching a critically acclaimed post-modern Danish film (with subtitles) instead of binging on Fixer Upper. Above all it means not joining in on the Electric Slide at weddings, the wave at baseball games, or generally anything else people are doing that looks like fun.Read More