Don’t Forget to Count Yourself

When I was a little kid, one of the first books I read was “The Five Fishermen.” And it was all about five fishermen who went fishing, and for some reason they had to count themselves, and the one that was doing the counting only counted 4 fishermen because he forgot to count himself.

Don’t forget to count yourself. I don’t mean when you’re fishing. But when people are giving their opinions. When you’re deciding how to live your life. When you are trying to be the most authentic you.

Without you, there is no fifth fisherman and you forfeit your place at the table.

Speak up and count yourself in.



Still Haven’t Found

I have a really friendly reminder for you tonight.

Be your damn self. 

Because in this world of retweets, reposts, and videos on how to make yourself look just like that other person with black magic and make up (same thing in my book), you can lose yourself completely. 

You can spend way too long looking at someone else’s pictures trying to figure out why you don’t look like that or why you’re not on a tropical island like them or even why you don’t have a smile on your face. 

And I’m not saying don’t be inspired by other people. After all, mimicry is the best form of flattery (especially for writers). But be yourself first. 

And if you haven’t found someone that embodies what you’re looking for, be your own. Don’t fit molds. Kick stereotypes in the teeth. 

Because if you haven’t found what you’re looking for, it’s because it’s been right inside you all along. 


Before you get your panties in a bunch about the title of this blog, let’s get this out of the way. There is no normal life. No two and a half kids and a white picket fence. There’s no fitting in with the crowd. No this style, that trend. And there’s absolutely nothing to the entire teen makeover genre where they try to make a nerd into something recognizable. But just in case you didn’t get it the first time, there is no normal person. Period.

But, you have to admit, that when it comes to you especially, there sort of is a kind of “normal,” a status quo. I mean, if you grow a third arm that’s green and has suckers, well, I’m gonna take a wild guess that this is totally not normal for you. So, while you may not be normal, you do have a “normal” that you’re used to.

And when that changes, it can shake up your whole world. For me, having hypothyroidism is constantly revising what I mean when I say normal. Recently,  I was told that my blood levels were “normal,” even though I felt like a really irritable and tired version of myself. But since my thyroid is absolutely fine, then so am I. (Right?)

At the end of the day, I have to call myself normal when I can’t eat most things and I need a pill to remain conscious. To you, that’s not normal, but to me…it’s just a Wednesday.

The point is that the person you are today isn’t necessarily who you will always be. But the key is to be accepting of who you are now and who you are tomorrow. Really, just don’t get too attached to what’s normal for you because that’s completely relative.

But isn’t it exciting to get to know yourself all over again?