I witnessed something out of the ordinary on my walk in the woods today.
An odd duck.
Just sitting there all by himself.
I don’t recall ever seeing a duck on land here in this area. I almost always see a cluster of them bobbing out in the creek, but always in a group, always on the water.

Let’s just say, I can relate.
I often feel like an odd duck. My idea of a fabulous Saturday night involves reheating leftovers in my pajamas, a good book, and a hot bath.
This time of year, the misfit feeling is even more pronounced. I like winter! I love the cold and the snow and getting outside under lots of layers of bulky clothes.
When it comes to the Super Bowl, I’m an even bigger weirdo. I can’t imagine anything I’d like less than watching men chase a ball around while eating Cheeze Whiz with folks drinking a lot and yelling at the TV.
Except the Eagles Super Bowl victory parade. I’d definitely enjoy being in a rowdy crowd watching fire trucks and marching bands a whole lot less than watching the game on TV. Philly fans are pretty extreme. They have a thing for climbing the lamp posts on celebratory occasions like this. Even when the city greases the posts to prevent such shenanigans, some rebels always manage to reach the summit anyhow.
And this parade happens to coincide with Valentine’s Day. To me, a dozen roses and a teddy bear does not say “I love you” nearly as much as a foot massage would.
What really would be a fabulous display of care for me would be asking me how my day was, and listening without doing so as a pretense to telling your story or offering advice. Now that’s true love!
So, my friend, if you’re feeling like an odd duck, you’re not alone. This world is strange and not fitting in seems like a good thing to me.
Embrace your weirdness and blaze your own trail. Don’t be afraid to figure out your own love language and how to spend your Saturday nights.
To quote a famous odd duck, Lucille Ball, “Love yourself. Everything else falls into place.”
Happy Valentine’s Day, my duckling friends.
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