Be Weird

Be weird, friends.

I just came back from traveling (literally) across the globe. Still recovering from crazy jet lag ✈😴.

Before boarding on a 12 hour flight (YIKES), I tucked away in a corner away from view, so I thought, to stretch.

From a distance, I hear soft giggles. I lift my gaze, slightly embarrassed, and see a little girl (maybe 5 years old) copying my stretches.

As I raised my arms overhead, she raised her arms. As I bent to the right, so did she.

When I met her eyes, she ran behind her mother's legs and peeked from behind. I pretended not to look, and she emerged again to mirror my moves.

Permission granted.

I simply was doing something (strange) in public to care for my body. To prepare for something straining.

I was nervous to be seen moving...because it's unusual to do that so openly at an airport. Where everyone else simply sits and waits to do some MORE sitting and waiting. I can't.

I'm glad the little girl saw me... and that I saw her. Both simultaneously giving the other permission to be.

To be seen. To be real. To be weird. To be.

Give yourself that permission today. It may not be that weird after all.

What are you giving yourself permission for?