This is What It’s Like to Be One of the Cool Kids
For the first time in my life I am one of the cool kids. It’s hard to believe that a startling mind such as mine has been relegated to the other tables in the cafeteria her whole life, but it’s true. Sometimes genius is misunderstood for crazy–not in my case. Crazy was misunderstood for crazy in my case.
I am part of the BluntMoms cadre. A cadre is “a small group of people specially trained for a particular purpose or profession.” I had to look it up. The definition of clique is “a small group of people, with shared interests or other features in common, who spend time together and do not readily allow others to join them.” Samesies–minus the not allowing other people to join them bit but that is just prudent.
I want to include you into my secret world because I am not good at being part of a clique and not comfortable with exclusion. The women I am crushing on are all über talented and you should check them out. But that is not the point. The point is that I am cool now so I wanted you to know that.
Even though I have been part of this online BluntMom love fest for 9 months, I feel I have finally been birthed from the womb by hanging out with many of these amazing writers over the past weekend at the BlissDom conference. Current cadre Magnolia, Julie, Anne, Tara, Shannon, Angila and Glynis all had my back (read: tried to tame me). Alumni like Kyla, Tiffany, Shawna and Sarah were there too. Although it was tough getting many of them away from the bar, Julie and Sarah did keep me company the last night on the dance floor. Tiffany also blessed us with her signature shoulder shrug. #Classic #GetOffPeriscopeAlready
The reason I tell you all of this is to get you to understand a little more about me. I was brutally bullied as a child and a teenager. Once, the entire class formed a can-can line to Rockette me with ‘you’re mommy doesn’t love you’ complete with high kicks. And, I did just use Rockette as a verb. I never thought I would find my tribe. Now I have three wonderful groups of people whom I treasure and am so blessed to have in my life. (I went through all the who/whom rules on this and settled on whom. If I am wrong, I am sorry–but not really.)
My girlfriends in my neighbourhood are my rock. They have made me meals when I was injured, picked up kids when I had to be in three places at once, offered a shoulder too often to count and handed me tequila when it was important. They are the sisters I chose and I am so glad I have them.
Now I have another group. A group that chose me. We were pooled together by editors because we all had stories to tell. These women understand me on a level that my in-real-life friends will never be able to. The Cadre appreciate my daily struggle like only other writers can. I miss them already. Thankfully we have Facebook to talk to each other but their open arms and rolled eyes can’t be communicated in emojis. They are just implied. Thankfully the sound of their voices and laughs stay with me when I read their beautiful words.
My final group is you. I want to tell you how much I appreciate you reading my meagre offerings, sharing my stories, adding your comments and just being you. You may all be crazy too, but you are my kind of crazy and I love you for it. If you are new here, know that you are welcome to join in even though I am part of a clique and now used to being exclusionary. I am planning on bucking the trend and being inclusionary, at least here. I may be cool now, but maybe, just maybe, I just wasn’t so cool 2 seconds ago.
I wanted to say
suck it thank you to my schoolyard bullies. I am bigger (figuratively and literally) and I am better. You helped shape me to be the person I am by giving me reason to seek out wonderful people to be in my life. I hope you found your tribe too and you left your shitty ways back on the school ground. If you didn’t, then reap what you sow bitches. Reap what you sow.
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