one thing i’ve always admired about my pops is that he marches to a different drummer. always has. always will. ironically, christmas 2003 when i was home restating my decision to not get married or make babies (isn’t that a typical topic in most families over the holidays?), pops asked, “why are you so different?” i had to laugh. pot calling the kettle noir.
marching to the beat of your own drummer, letting go of societal or family pressure, and wearing your eccentricities on your sleeve can reap amazing rewards: authenticity, happiness, and connection to your core.
are you marching to your authentic beat? if not, what small changes can you make to reconnect with your inner beat? even if it means being a sunflower grower among cattle-raisers.