January 30th, 2014
I’ve never been one of those girls that dreamed of her wedding day.
I don’t much like to cook. Or clean.
I’m not 100% sure whether or not I want kids.
I love adventure and travel and wild experiences.
I’m a homebody. An introvert.
I like a good and expensive bourbon. But I almost never drink enough to get drunk.
I like green smoothies.
And yoga. Sometimes.
I stand behind my values.
I’m scared. All the time.
I’m way more sensitive than you’d ever imagine.
I like guns.
And french manicures.
And helping others.
I fiercely believe in my mission of the Wildheart Revolution.
I don’t put any chemicals in my body.
I like my gray hairs.
I cry. All the time.
I’d rather have boots than heels. A truck than a sports car. A few close friends than a lot of acquaintences. Experiences than things.
And in our world. These things don’t make sense. They don’t seem to go together. They confuse people. They don’t fit nicely into one little box, and because of this, I end up not getting talked to.
Advertisers? They don’t talk to me.
Bloggers? Mostly, I have to pick and choose which of the things they say I’m going to listen to.
Marketing? Are you kidding? People like me are too confusing. We’re not a “niche.”
And because of this, I’ve always felt alone.
In society, I’m told that to be a woman is to be a mother, and a caretaker. To care for the household and create beautiful meals.
And to be healthy is to drink green juice and eat organic all the time and do yoga. Or to push myself to the limit in crossfit or whatever.
Or to be edgy is to be rude and exclusive.
To be successful is to have a lot of money.
To be happy is to have a perfect relationship and family and cars and things.
And since I don’t believe any of those things are true, it’s been confusing.
It took me a long time to get here but I realized that NONE of that stuff matters. Not to me.
To be tender and sweet and fierce all at the same time. To accept all parts of myself and not apologize that I might not be like everyone else.
To continue to get up when I’m down on the ground. To keep going no matter how much it’s not turning out the way I thought it would. To be compassionate and loving.
To be happy is to be around people I love and who love me and I connect with on a deeper level than gossip and martinis. To know that no matter what comes my way, I am capable of dealing with it. Of being aware, awake, a seeker of new experiences and learning about myself. To practice giving and receiving love as much as possible. To be vulnerable and courageous.
I am not just one thing. And I don’t want to be.
It’s just now I realize that I don’t have. I can create my own version of my world in just the way I want.
It’s not only about traveling and adventure and riding motorcycles and doing crazy things.
It’s about being who you are and giving yourself what you need at any given moment.
Sometimes that’ll be yoga pants and a movie night. Other times it’ll be pushing yourself out of your comfort zone to go to that art event all by yourself even though it scares you to go alone.
Wildheart is creating the version of your life you really want to be living, around other people who are doing the same thing.
Advertisers don’t talk to me, but my fellow Wildhearts do. The Wildheart Revolution is where WE hangout. And let it all hang out. Heart. Soul. Vulnerabilities and imperfections and all.
If you’ve never felt like people can’t relate to you, if your likes vary so much that they are confusing, if you want to be both vulnerable and strong (to me they are one in the same), then this is the place for you.
One of our #wildheart members, Amanda, said it best:
“I think it is truly revolutionary to be able to love yourself and nurture yourself and live each day how you want to live it.” (Tweet This)
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P.s. Does this resonate with you? Do you feel different than most people? I’d love to hear your story in the comments below.
P.p.s. Why Wildheart?