I strut through the field under the moon as if I own the place.
Because I do! The world is mine. All things are mine.
Black sheep. That’s me.
I was always different.
And I always knew it.
But I had a remarkable skill of being able to blend in.
I knew how to conform.
I knew how to comply.
I knew how to keep the peace.
I knew how to maintain the status quo.
For years I did this. It took diligent effort to conceal my truest self. Everyone thought I was one of them. But the whole time I knew I wasn’t. My true colours were yet to show.
I was a black sheep in white sheep’s clothing. I was a secret.
When the day came, I once and for all shed the pure white cover and revealed my dark side.
The black sheep came forth with a fury!
Isn’t it strange though…the relationship between being fiercely different and being just as fiercely rejected?
The more unique I become the less welcome I become. The more myself I am the less a part of the flock I am. The more I am me the less I feel like I belong.
My self-confidence increased. So did my enemies. My sense of my own value, increased. So did my critics. My sense of self-acceptance increased. So did my rejecters.
Each and every rejection came as a painful surprise. But the dynamic never surprised me. I knew this is what happens. I knew I would lose people. We don’t expect to lose friends or family.
These are painful but necessary realities I’ve come to accept, embrace and even welcome.
I am blacksheep.
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