If you ever baked, you know that no matter how hard you try, even if you use a cookie cutter, each cookie is going to come out slightly different. If you add a little frosting to decorate them, no two cookies will be alike. And that’s okay.
Today I was reading a piece by an author that I am totally not a fan of. My friend loves this writer—both the writer’s content and style. Try as I might, I just can’t get into it. But that’s okay. We’re not meant to be the same. Even the best of friends, even husbands and wives can have totally opposite likes and dislikes without it being a huge catastrophe. Unlike in the movies, where two people meet in a bookstore holding the same book, or going to grab the same movie, showing by that one action that their either best friends or “soul mates,” in real life that’s not quite how it works.
In fact, most of my close friends are very different from me. One loves Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Two love horror movies where I love Christmas movies at this time of the year. One of my friends is a hard-core vegetarian. You get the picture.
I think the beauty is that we are allowed to be different, but deep down there is something that pulls us together and connects us. We’re friends because we choose to be. I think Jesus would be proud. We each are allowing ourselves to be ourselves around others—faults and all—but along the way we are also finding out who we are and growing from what we learn from the differences we see in our friends.
As for me, I’m going to keep reading and maybe one day I’ll read something I like by that writer, until then, I know that it’s okay not to because I’m being me.