I came across this just a few minutes ago and it just got all of these thoughts started in my head.  I HAD to sit down and start writing, after all this blog is about me and learning to be me and not caring what other think.  This, this right here encompasses “Finding Maggie” to a T!

Just be yourself!

Just be yourself!

How perfect is that?  Too many of us walk around day in, day out, trying to portray this idea of who we think we would be, who we think people want us to be.  Why?  Why is it such a big deal if people see our imperfections?  It’s not!  We all have flaws,  We’re all a little quirky, right?  It’s those flaws, imperfections and quirks that make us who we are.

I’ll share one of my quirks. My friend Molly can back this up for me.  If I do something stupid, make a mistake, misquote song lyrics, I HAVE to tell on myself. It’s just what I do.  I just can’t pass by a chance to let someone laugh at me. Most people would be embarrassed.  Not Maggie!

Example A.  ROCKING out to Def Leppard’s Pour Some Sugar on Me with Molly and I sign out “television Gerber baby goo all night.” Those are not the right words.  I still don’t know what the right words are and I don’t care to know them.  The ones I sing are better, so I sing them loudly whenever I hear the song.  It crack Molly up, and that makes me happy.

Example B. I have a tendency to break into dance at a moments notice. I also have a tendency to forget that other people can see me when I’m in mid dance.  I used to get embarrassed by this.  Not anymore!  Now I embrace it and just let loose.  When someone sees me, sometimes I intend for someone to see me, other times not so much, but when I’m caught I just keep on dancing.  It usually makes the day of whoever caught you.

One of he reasons I’m so happy that I’ve learned to embrace my quirkiness is because it enabled me to take part in one of the greatest experiences of my life.  GISHWHES.  What is GISHWHES you ask?  Oh it’s just the Greatest International Scavenger Hunt the World Has Ever Seen.

Let me tell you a bit about GISHWHES.  GISHWHES is one week of absolute madness where you throw out all your inhibitions, all of your fears, all of your cares, and have a blast creating and being silly.  It’s a week where you are guaranteed to make someone’s day and give them a memory that they will tell others about for the rest of their life. What kind of memories you ask?  Oh I’m pretty sure there is a woman in Georgia who to this day is telling people about the time two women in bathing-suits, covered in whipped cream, approached her with “free hugs” signs.  Yeah. I did that.  I also dressed up in the craziest “party” outfit and picked up trash on the side of a busy road.  I ordered coffee from Starbucks and gave the name of Hu Flung Pu. I dressed up as a pirate and made a wedding dress and tux out of plastic dinnerware and paper plates and officiated my friends renewal of their vows.  Molly and I made a 5 foot in diameter birds nest out of pine straw and took pictures of her “nesting” in it.  I made an angel out of feminine hygiene products.  Yup.  I did that.  I made a care package for a soldier serving overseas.  I joined a team of 15 people.  13 of them were people who I now consider dear friends that just happen to be Italian. See it’s not all fun and games.  I helped others and made lifelong friends.  If I was scared to make a fool out of myself or worried about what others would think I wouldn’t have “My Italians” in my life and I wouldn’t trade them for the world.  I cannot wait for this year’s GISHWHES.  We may not win, but we’re gonna have a hell of a lot of fun, make some wonderful memories, and make other smile.  That seems like a good use of a week if you ask me.

So, like the picture above says, let people see you, the real you.  The you, you are scared to show other.  Be real, be silly and have a damn ball doing it! While you’re at it join a GISHWHES team. It’ll change your life and you’ll thank me,

Gish on, y’all!