I Was Not One of the "Cool Kids"

The other day, I was listening to the radio and a song by Echosmith titled "Cool Kids" came on the radio. Immediately, I started listening to the words of this catchy little tune.

The lyrics go a little something like this: 

She sees them walking in a straight line, that's not really her style.
And they all got the same heartbeat, but hers is falling behind.
Nothing in this world could ever bring them down.
Yeah, they're invincible, and she's just in the background.
And she says,

"I wish that I could be like the cool kids,
'Cause all the cool kids, they seem to fit in.
I wish that I could be like the cool kids, like the cool kids."

I stopped what I was doing for a moment and almost instantly, I was brought back to my high school bathroom stall where I would frequently eat my lunch.

No. I was not one of the cool kids. I was actually far from it.

Growing up in a school where popularity was judged by your parents' net worth, the clothes that you wear, and the cars you drove, I certainly did not have it all. Oh boy, did I want to be one of the cool kids. With their fancy cars and designer tags. I don't think many of the "cool kids"ever  even gave me a second glance. I was actually mocked.

Eventually, I lost the desire to fit in. I realized that life is way more that. What a terrible way to live wishing that you could be something that you are not. Not saying I wasn't cool-I totally was... in my own mind. But, I shouldn't have had to prove anything to anyone to become popular or "cool."

Now, look at me. 

People in different countries that I have never even been to know MY name. 

People come to me with their stories of struggle asking ME for help and advice. 

These once dubbed "cool kids" friend request ME on Facebook as if we were actually friends back then. 

I have the best husband (this time lol) that a woman can DREAM for and a beautiful baby boy that is Heaven sent.

I finally own my dream car.

It is amazing how the tables turn, right?

But do I think I am cool? Hell no. I am quirky and weird! But guess what? I fucking love it! Because I am not wasting my life trying to be something that I am not or please others who really don't mean shit to me.

The moral of the story is this:

You do not have to be one of the cool kids to succeed in life. You don't have to be liked, loved, or appreciated to become something greater in your lifetime. Eventually, once you find your own way and start kicking ass in what you do, being cool will be the least of your worries.

At the end of MY day, all that matters is this:

• My son and husband.
• That I have helped as many people as I could that day.
• That I inspired someone to reach their goals.
• That I am most of all happy and not wasting my precious time trying to be cool.

Don't like me? That is too fucking bad. I guess I really didn't need your approval after all.

Much love and happiness! XOXO

Sia