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The Island of Misfit Toys, A Christmas Me.

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Merry Christmas! No matter what your spiritual beliefs are, I am sending you Love and Cheer. I placed a link so those who are far, or did not grow up with this film, you will have an understanding of The Island of Misfit Toys.

I cannot tell you how many times people have told me, “You are different” The description can be interpreted in many ways, some positive, or in a not so nice way. In the past I took it to mean more on the not positive side. This last year has been a challenge, both physically and mentally and it forced me to look inward more than I ever have in my life. I came to the conclusion that I have been a square peg trying to fit into a round world. We all know if you take a hammer and hit the peg with force it will go into the round hole, but it will probably splinter into many pieces at the same time. I know I cannot be sent into a cubicle in an office to work. My sister would complain about this, “Why can’t you be normal like other people and just do it?” To me, it is not normal for humans should be placed in a container. One job I was training for I lost during my probation, I could not remember to swipe the tag attached to me by a cord into the time card machine. I completely frustrated the Human Relations Department, and for people who are about relations, they were not very kind about the situation. I admit I am different, last time I was pulled over for speeding; I accepted responsibility for my error and thanked the police officer, who does that! I hate plastic shopping bags and always bring my canvas ones; if I forget them and I am in line, I will run out to the car and bring them in to be used. I park my car on the top-level of the parking garage there are many reasons to do this, first there is less chance of a door ding, secondly I am next to the elevator, thirdly, it is safer. Who goes to live in a Navajo Hogan (home) made of sand and logs, with a dirt floor, no running water or electricity, I do!

Last week in a conversation The Island of Misfit Toys came up. Afterwards I thought about the toys, they were so endearing you could not help not to love them. Who did not smile because the train had square wheels, or by the spotted elephant, what about the bird that could not fly however it could swim? I am broken too! There are some parts that are worn and my arm cannot wind around like it used to. This year I accepted being “different” I no longer view the trait in a negative way, in fact I embrace it! Now I can even thank the person whom acknowledges my unique character. I am happy to be part of the family that makes up The Island of Misfit Toys; it is my Christmas present to my Self.

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