I choose to be quirky

Oxford Dictionaries definition of quirky:

Adjective (quirkier, quirkiest)

Having or characterized by peculiar or unexpected traits or aspects:

(No this isn’t about my quirky shoe or bag sense!)

I had driven into the car park with Donnie McClurkin blasting from my car speakers. Trying to stir myself up, I had put the volume up a little bit louder than would have been expected of me….. But I was in my own little world that morning singing along with gusto to ‘We expect you…..’

Marching into work that Monday I had a smile on my face, I past someone on my way in. ‘I hate Mondays, their horrible!’ he exclaimed, although I was taken aback I was about to nod when I suddenly checked myself ….. I didn’t hate Mondays. Yes, Sometimes, if I’ve had a busy weekend I wish there was an extra day before the working week, sometimes, I’ve felt  like I haven’t had a weekend at all…..but I certainly didn’t hate Mondays. I wasn’t going to agree just in order to be sociable. I remained awkwardly silent. I walked in to the reception area to do a few things. I was greeted with- ‘It’s such a miserable day isn’t it?’ I looked up from what I was doing. ‘Why do you say so?’ I asked, knowing fully well she was speaking about the weather. ‘Look at how hard it’s raining. It’s miserable’. ‘Well at least the flowers are getting watered’, I reiterated. I was specifically thinking about my flowers that had been screaming out for water for the past week. It had been beautifully sunny all weekend, what was wrong with a little rain?

Going in to my office I noticed the computer was switched off. The computer takes ages to boot up and that was going to set me back half an hour or more. I let out a sigh and went to look for the culprit who had committed the offence. ‘What a bad way to start the week, this is going to spoil your whole day!’ I was told.

‘Well hopefully not’, I blurted out! ‘I’m not going to let it!’

I felt for a second like shutting myself away, shutting out all the discouraging talk especially  after 3 more people had mentioned how miserable and dreadful the day was just because it was raining. Enveloped by so much unacknowledged and unrecognised negativism, in my bid to ward it off, I felt like the odd one out, I felt like the weirdo.

And yet, to make sure that my day did not turn out horrible, miserable, dreadful, bad or  spoilt I was willing to be weird , to be different , to see the glass as half full , to see the rain as a blessing , to remember all things work together for the good of them that love God, to be positive.

It got me thinking a lot about the things we say, the things we agree with casually, and the things we do so as to fit in. The things we accept as the norm.

1 Peter 2 vs 9 says ‘But you are a chosen generation, a royal priesthood, a holy nation, a peculiar people; that ye should show forth the praises of Him who hath called you out of darkness in to his marvellous light.’(KJV).

The bible tells us that death and life are in the power of the tongue and those who love it will eat its fruits. (Proverbs 18:21) (KJV).

You know what?- I choose to love it, remain cheerful and say positive things and eat the fruit of them no matter what the circumstances around me appear to be.

I felt embarrassed for a second when someone said they had heard me singing in my car, just for a second and then I changed my mind and decided to turn to them and laugh. I laughed because it was okay, it was okay for someone to be able to sing when her computer had been shut down and it was raining and cold on a busy Monday morning that other people felt was miserable. It was okay to be peculiar.

‘A merry heart doeth good like a medicine: but a broken spirit drieth the bones’.

Proverbs 17 vs 22. ( KJV).

Be Encouraged

Sisbee.

xxxx