The other day a friend said to me "You're crazy. That's one of the reasons I love you."
I thought about this.
Do I want to be thought of as crazy? Even if it makes me loveable?
Sure I do silly things. I speak my mind too much. Things pop out of my mouth before I can swallow the words. I wear scarves when it's not very cold. I don't mind being different and I don't really care too much what people think of me as long as they laugh at what I say. Or scream. That's okay too. I'd rather elicit a strong reaction, than none at all.
But basically, I just don't want to disappear. Which is easy to do when you're a mom.
So I came to the following conclusion with the help of my boyfriend - I'm not crazy, I just march to the beat of my own drum...my drummer on the other hand is out of his f*cking mind.