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No Longer Under the Radar, I’m Keeping it Weird

October 1, 2015 , , , , , , , , ,

Keep Austin Weird

Been to Austin, Texas lately?

I had the great fortune of spending a long weekend there and between the art, music and food, you wouldn’t have to twist my arm very hard to go back. One of my favorite things about Austin is their slogan, “Keep Austin Weird!” Now, before you go correcting me, I am aware that their official tagline is, “Live Music Capital of the World,” but it’s the weird one that I fell in love with.

The story is that when Red Wassenich created “Keep Austin Weird!” his original attempt was to highlight those aspects of the town that are really weird. Commercialism swiftly reared it’s ugly head and now the slogan has been commoditized every which way but loose—t-shirts, pencils and condoms.

This idea got me thinking about a new personal slogan—Keep Allison Weird. Shoot, my kids think I’m weird. Why not just go with it?!

Ironic, since I spent my entire life wanting to be anything BUT weird. I never wanted to stand out or be different. I wanted to be “like” all the girls that I admired. I wished my name was something simple and cute, like Kelly or Lisa or Wendy instead of the seven (felt like 17 in Kindergarten) letter and uncommon (in the 70’s) Allison. I wished my hair was straight, like theirs, instead of permed (mom was a hairdresser). I loathed having glasses at 8 and being “huskier” than my skinny counterparts. (damn growth spurt between 4th and 5th grade). I wished I could sport the alligator shirts in every color instead of the fox (JCPenney). I didn’t want to be made fun of or whispered about. I guess I just wanted to fit in. (Damn, I sure wished a lot)

Now, on the eve of 48, I say bring on the weirdness. I am ready to embrace all the little idiosyncrasies that make me Allison. I am not like anyone else and that is good. I am unique. I am weird. I snort when I laugh. I have unbalanced body parts (eyes, feet, boobs). I have phone phobia. Struggle with body issues. Can’t leave my house without glasses or contacts (blind as a bat) Hum in public bathrooms. Consume way too much wine. TJ Maxx makes me poop. (honestly, most retail stores…it’s beyond weird) Detest local news. And the list goes on. I don’t know if these things are weird or just the difference. Maybe they don’t need a label.

So what if I sing at the top of my lungs…and make up words to songs I don’t know…while driving…with the windows down and the AC on…in the pick up line at my kids Christian school #HellsBells. Who cares what the other moms think of me. I am here to tell you, I am no longer afraid to be ME (weird).

What about you is weird? What makes you unique? Let’s celebrate our weirdness together!

Stay sane, my friends.

allison deford


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