An update from Cheerio la-la land
As a kid, I loved puzzles. I started with cute wooden puzzles with just a few pieces and eventually worked my way up to massive photos with over 1000. And then there was my beloved New Kids On The Block puzzle that served the purpose of blocking the heating vent under my bed long after I got over the cuteness of Joe. But of all the puzzles I’ve encountered in my life, I never thought that the most perplexing one would be me.
For as long as I can remember, I’ve never felt like I fit in with others. But what I find interesting is that I never really tried either. For a good chunk of grade school, I was considered a bit of a dork, and the eighth grader in me is still angry at the girl who relentlessly called me “square bear” because I was too shy to kiss the boys. (I know, it’s time to let it go already) I didn’t like it, but I certainly wasn’t going to go plant one on some guy just to get her to ease up. By high school though, I seemed to just fly under the radar – I wasn’t popular by any means, but I wasn’t the butt of anyone’s joke, which was nice. I wasn’t a trouble-maker, but I didn’t try to blend in either. I wore a hot pink hair clip as my protest against the strict uniform dress code (daring, I know) and chose sex as my topic for my grade 12 essay just to see if I could push the teacher’s buttons (amazingly, they let it slide). Peaceful protest seems to be my thing, yet I always wished I could get some sort of a rise out of people, which I have to say I rarely ever do.
|Hello quirky side!|
Over the past few years, I’ve noticed that there are two very distinct sides to my personality. The first is a small child. She likes to have fun, look at pretty things and marvel at simple pleasures. She’s quirky and curious and quick to smile. And then there’s the other side… She gets frustrated with things, even angry, and she likes to kick ass, whether it’s at work or at the gym. For years, I’ve felt that these were “good” and “bad” sides of me, and that I’d be wise to ditch the bad. But it’s only recently I’ve realized they are both just “sides”, and the best thing to do is to allow them to co-exist because they are meant to work together. Wow – stumped for this long by a two-piece puzzle!
The very first issue of Lightworker Magazine that came out this January had an article by my new friend Mel Diamond. It was all about Indigo Adults, something I hadn’t heard much about until then. What got to me most was a list of characteristics of Indigo adults – most of them applied to me at one point or another in my life. Each month, I read Mel’s articles, and I identify more and more with the Indigos. What seemed to mask it for me at first was my “good” side – although I may have felt angry or rebellious at times, my tendency towards the sweet side made it all less obvious.
So what is an Indigo anyways? Good question. I really like this explanation by Doreen Virtue who has written a lot on the topic:
|The side that needs to climb ropes.|
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