You Quack, I’ll Neigh

I started to spiral a little bit today.

It started with such a stupid thing.

My sister-in-law had an Instagram post about great fathers and included pictures of my father and my uncle.

Why would that make me spiral?

Honestly, most people who know them would call them great men. And of course my sister-in-law would include them.

To most people, they truly are great men.

It was only me that was unacceptable.

Spiral.

Spiral.

Scream.

Spiral.

Spiral.

Scream.

“What is wrong with me? Why am I so broken that they can be this to everyone else, but not to me?”

That was my initial internal dialogue.

And then I remembered.

It’s not me.

It’s my assigned role.

The role that I refused to play.

They don’t disapprove of me.

They don’t even know me.

And honestly, expecting anything different at this point is like looking at a duck and expecting it not to quack.

You go, ducks. Quack away. Be you. Be happy.

I’ll be over here being happy as my mama pony self.

Ducks and ponies aren’t enemies.

They just don’t speak the same language…

and never will.

You quack.

I’ll be over here saying, “Nah… I mean… neigh.”