[i’m a mammoth, not a possum]
My two friends I usually go to the gym with recently mentioned that they are like Crash and Eddie from Ice Age: Meltdown. And I can’t really disagree – they are fun to observe and fun to hang out with.
But when one of them mentioned that fact, I couldn’t help but think that I feel like Ellie with them. I sort of try to fit in, but most of the time, I feel like I’m just… well… an observer.
When I mentioned it to God (or more like, complained, why am I not a “possum” figuratively speaking), the answer I got was “Well, you’re a mammoth. That’s who you are.”
Ever had those moments in life when you want to call God “Capt. Obvious”?
Yeah, it was one of those moment.
“Thanks, God, I know that part already.”
“Good! See, you already starting to find out who you are!”
*Insert exasperated smiley here* “Thanks. How will that help me?”
It was a rhetorical question, mostly. It’s good to get to know who you are… But the next [humongous] step is accepting who you are.
Being a mammoth is not always fun. On the other hand, I can’t exactly change who I am – trying to pretend I’m a possum won’t do (although I guess most of people view me as a weird one anyway).
“Hi. I am Zena. I am a mammoth.”
Footnote: this doesn’t mean I don’t like possums or other creatures. They are fun – but I am me 🙂