Friday, April 5, 2013

It's Much Easier Being Green

I'll bet you read that title and thought, "oh, it's another conversation about going "green" and shrinking our carbon footprint. Nope, not at all. This post is about the handsome gentleman below:



Yes, that debonair, multi-talented, award winning frog we've all come to know and love. I saw this poster hanging on a window at my local library and it got me to thinking about self acceptance and age.

Did you know that our beloved friend here is 55 years old? That would make his girlfriend, Miss Piggy, about the same age (I'm not going to be the one to tell here, are you? I don't believe age has helped her deal with her anger issues). As I stood looking at this poster I started hearing his voice singing in my mind: "It"s not easy being green." I looked up the lyrics when I got home and revisited the feeling that Kermit was trying to get across. He talked about being ordinary and blending in with the rest of world - nothing special. Then he realizes what a wonderful color green is ("green is the color of spring"), how there are so many wonderful things that green reminds us of, and how unique and special he really is.

So now our Kermit is into middle age and is proof positive that we can go forth and boldly live our dreams no matter what our color, age, food habits or lifestyle (plus you have to admire his courage for dating that pig).

Each one of us is unique and special in our own way. Sure, we may think we're nothing special, or that we have nothing out of the ordinary to offer the world, but we are much more than we know, braver than we believe, and gifted beyond our imagination. How we appear to the world has nothing to do with it, especially when it comes to age. Although we cannot see them, I'm sure Kermit is hiding a few grey hairs underneath all of that green (do frogs have hair?). We can still move forward on the path to our dreams even if they've been hiding under a lily pad for 50 years. Just climb out onto that log and start singing (but watch out for pigs who know karate).

And so it is.

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