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Embracing the Glorious Mess That I Am
About being beautifully unbalanced
I was never the cool kid in school. And I’ve been telling myself that this was the case entirely of my own free will. I was different because I chose to be different.
So in my personal narrative, I was quite a young heroine for being so unadapted. But in reality, I guess, I just didn’t know any better. I had no idea how to conform to the kind of “normal” the other kids in school were mastering with such ease.
In hindsight, it actually makes me smile when I think about little Emilia always being the odd one out. Take any class photo and you will be able to spot me instantly. I didn’t care what I looked like (much to the dismay of my mother who would have rather given birth to a barbie doll), I only combed my hair every other day, my clothes were a notorious mismatch. But who cared, right? I certainly didn’t. My favorite color (or rather “absence of color”) was black.
The music I listened to was exclusively classical, my favorite musicians were Brahms, Beethoven, Mozart, Tchaikovsky, and for my darker hours Wagner. My all-time favorite CD was a recording of the Vienna Philharmonic Orchestra performing the Hungarian Dances by Johannes Brahms. I think it is safe to say that I’ve played this CD more than a thousand times.
