I'm Not Cool . . .

And that's okay!

After 31 years on this earth, I can finally say that.

We spend so many years trying to fit in. In junior high (maybe even sooner), we are introduced to the brutal world of popularity and told we must look, act, talk, walk, and be a certain way or risk being labeled a loser.

So we start hiding ourselves, and we start emulating others. We spend years doing this. Maybe at some point we realize it's silliness. Maybe we keep on doing it but shift our ideas of what's acceptable. After all, whether we admit it or not, this world doesn't exactly reward uniqueness.

But you know, I'm not cool. I'm different. I'm a bookworm. A writer. A lover of mathematics. A nerd. I'm not athletic although I love running. Don't forget, I run funny. I would rather watch documentaries than most movies. I'd rather read than watch any television any day. I don't care about pedicures and only paint my toenails because they are black from running. Gross? Yes! I'm an introvert that likes to talk. I'm quiet until you get to know me. I'm conservative and passionate about it. I love history and useless facts and researching things that most people could care less about. I'm a wife . . . a mother . . . a teacher . . .

But none of these things define me they are just a part of who I am.

So maybe I'm not cool.

Maybe I don't care.

Maybe I'm starting to realize that cool is overrated. That being like every other woman on the face of the earth is what's not cool.

Maybe I'm starting to see that I am a child of the most high King. That He made me the way He made me for a reason.That's what defines me. He likes me the way He made me. And fitting in isn't part of His plan.

So no, I'm not cool. But God has given me gifts and talents, and He's made me who I am. And that is very "cool".