The prize of being a Black Sheep

Legit, for the bulk of my life I've felt like the proverbial black sheep of my family. I'm different to the rest. I think, act, move and operate as if I was given a different manual of instruction for how life ought to be lived. I'm an artist, a dreamer and seeker of mystical truths. I Iove science and mysteries. I dance and laugh out loud then become serious and challenging as I divulge the depths of my mind's explorations. I love big! I've lost big! I play my chances and dream of the sky. I know I'm not from a cookie cutter mould and for the longest time I hated myself for it. Because for the longest time I looked upon my parents and my siblings as though they'd got it right and I was oh so wrong. How did I end up like me when we've all been raised together? I relentlessly 'failed' at life. No money, bad relationships, bleak prospects. Those around me sat with baited breath waiting for the next catastrophic event. Which was so debilitating because I was trying so hard at life and ad nauseum, I would deliver the expectation. Disaster. Again and again. I so wanted off the disaster wagon and begged the universe to deliver me into the stability that others had, just a simple normal existence. But here's the kicker, I'm neither simple nor normal. I'm unique and extraordinary and I would never have found any level of peace living a life I wasn't destined to live, squashed into the mould of someone else's life. Reality is perfect and aligned 100% of time and you can argue your lot in life but you'd be wrong. 100% of the time. Why? Because it happened! Because it is!The goal is to come to peace and acceptance with 100% of your reality as not being good or bad but instead being perfect. Being the 'black sheep' set me free from following the herd as I danced down an extraordinary path that taught me wisdom and grit. Gifts I never wish to hand back. I'm equipped for the best of times and the worst of times knowing that both were perfectly designed to deliver me into my purpose. Do I wish I hadn't wasted so many years hating myself for being me. No! That was part of this journey too!!! It made me search harder!!! Is being the black sheep bad? Is failing bad? 100% No! It just is! I promise you that upon reflection there is a plethora of gifts available on this path that are different but no less substantial than the gifts you perceive of belonging in the herd that sets you aside. You'll find your herd and when you do, you'll never be so thankful that you were a black sheep. Let me tell you this, black sheep are welcome at Pink Diamond Guide, cause I know you are being forged under enormous pressure. One day you'll recognise your superpower and indeed your beauty. In faith, hope and love โค๐Ÿงก๐Ÿ’›๐Ÿ’š๐Ÿ’™ Susie


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