Celebrate Difference and Diversity

As human beings, we're not balanced. We don't match. I'm not talking about matching from person to person, I'm actually talking about one body, one person, and a lot of mis-matched parts that make up that body and that individual. 

We are all made up of mismatched parts. The differences might
be small, but everyone has them. 

When I put my hands together, mirrored in a child's "prayer" pose, they don't match. They're close - very close - but the right and the left hands are not identical. The fingernails are different, the actual sizes of the fingers themselves are usually different, by up to 1/2 size in some people, and the lengths of the fingers, although close, are also different by a millimeter or two. 

Steepled hands will rarely match. Faces don't match from right to
left. Bodies are always slightly different from side to side. 

My legs are pretty darned close to the same length, but I seem to have a bit more strength in my right leg than my left. It's more noticeable when I'm working out on the elliptical, and I've really been concentrating to try and even out the workload. An uneven workload by my legs can lead to uneven wear on my knees and hips - possible surgery or corrections needed in the future that I really don't want to deal with. 

My breasts are not identical - I highly doubt that any woman's breasts are exact mirror copies of each other unless they are augmented by surgery or implants. My eyes also don't match exactly - one was always a bit more open than the other. 

I'm the kind of person who would walk down rows like this and
automatically spot the item someone left on the wrong shelf. I see
the salad dressing someone left in the spices, and the scarf they
abandoned in the gloves department. 

I see colors that other's don't, I notice items that are out of place in a row in a flash, but I am head-blind to other things that other people would notice immediately like directions - I'm a bit directionally challenged at times. 

When did differences enter our DNA? Were they always there and we just noticed when others started pointing out "us" vs "them"? What criteria do we place on different? Do we celebrate the different? Or do we attempt to contain it, place it into a dark room, and never acknowledge it again? How do you deal with different? Maybe, when you realize that you also are imperfect, your heart will expand a bit more and embrace other differences around you. 

Happy Passover, Good Easter, and all of that good stuff to those of you who celebrate. I'm smiling at the trees that are just starting to get fuzzy, and the grass that is rediscovering its' green. Spring may finally have come to the Frozen Northlands and my heart is singing. Have a great weekend, I'll be back on Monday.