November 21

So, there is this kid at my daycare named Abby. Abby is almost always a hot mess. She just turned three, and she is in the middle of potty training, she always wets her pants and gets called out in front of everyone. She never eats her lunch like she is supposed to, she wears WEIRD outfits, she always has her socks tucked into her leggings, which are usually patterned and not flattering in the least. She is always singing, or reading books to herself in the library. She says the most bizarre things, and her peers don't really seem to get her. But they do love her. I'd love to be able to be more like Abby. She is all that she is, all of the time. My co-worker and I speak of her demeanor as "flying above." The other kids are much more "normal" compared to Abby; quiet, collected, under control. Abby goes from singing joyfully about stars and her sister to full blown tantrums in less then a minute.

Abby don't hate. She loves herself, and indulges in her freakishness. In doing so, she is blind to the freakishness of others.

That's the ticket.