Yam? Or Sweet Potato? Riddle Me That, Batman

I yam what I yam and that's all I yam.  Popeye . . . The Sailor Man.  (Ed. Note: If your mama has named you Popeye you have no options - your destinty is to be a Sailor Man).

I need to remember that my purpose in life is not to please You.  It is not to fit into some norm that I think I need to fit into because everyone else fits - or tries to fit - into that mold.  My purpose is to grow spiritually and be of service to others and if I do that then I discover the True Seaweed.

I gotta tell ya - I kind of like the True Seaweed.  I don't mean that I'm a finished product, done growing and evolving, morphed into a higher life form, and I don't mean that I get to behave however I want, although I usually do that, anyway.  Just that the whole deal is to unpeel all of the societal bullshit and all of the expectations that I put on myself as to who I should be or how I should behave and then, hopefully, end up being who I'm supposed to be.

Whew.  Even I don't know what I'm talking about.

This has been a long process.  It isn't easy to set aside my desire to fit in but once I do I really feel free.  I try to be nice and pleasant and I'm happier when people like me but if they don't I'm not in the habit of losing sleep over it.  I no longer think I have to be everyone's cup of tea. And everything flows more smoothly when I'm being myself.  The kind of work I ended up doing, the people that I develop strong relationships with, the way I dress and act in public, all of this stuff is a far cry from the way it used to be and the result is I'm happier and more content because it's who I am.

I saw this tag line on a fellow meditators profile this morning: "I am enough, I have enough, I do enough."

Lot of power, that.