Some years ago I created this wall in my kitchen.
It’s covered with words, colors, inspiration, my family. Basically all of the things that I love.
A few times through the years I have expressed the desire to take down this creation, opting instead for something a little more “normal”. But my family has made it quite clear that this must never, ever happen.
My wall is also filled with reminders, ideas for me to ponder. Like the one I found myself pondering this morning,
I want to be a superhero. I want to give love, support and service and to make the world a better place. But often during my superhero dreams I end up judging myself much like this,
I sometimes expect myself to be a tree climbing fish. I expect myself to be a superhero in a like manner to the other superheroes I see flying all around me. And when I fall short of this (which I always do, because I’m not a tree climbing fish or a superhero in the like manner of other superheroes I know) I wonder if I have what it takes–if I will ever have what it takes–to be a superhero at all.
“The Psychedelic Superhero” on my kitchen wall reminds me that we have each been blessed with our own brand of crazy, our own brand of quirky and our own trippy unique way of looking at and interacting with the world. And if I embrace, stay true to and magnify my crazy, quirky, trippy uniqueness as I love, support, serve and try to make the world a better place,
I might just become a superhero yet.
“For all have not every gift given unto them; for there are many gifts, and to every man is given a gift by the Spirit of God.
To some is given one, and to some is given another, that all may be profited thereby.”