They told me I could be anything. So, I thought about it. I really did.
I could be the straight-laced professional with the perfect resume, or the quiet wallflower who never rocked the boat. I could be the person who blends in, who follows trends, who smiles politely even when I want to scream. I could do what’s expected. I could walk the path that’s already been carved out, paved, and stamped with approval.
But then I thought… where’s the magic in that?
So, I chose to be a unicorn. 🦄
Now, hear me out—it’s not about glitter (though I do love a little sparkle). It’s about standing tall in a world that sometimes tries to shrink you. It’s about choosing wonder over cynicism, creativity over conformity, and joy over judgment. It’s about believing that even if you don’t fit in, you still belong.
Being a unicorn means embracing what makes me different, even when it feels uncomfortable. It means not apologizing for my quirks, my passions, or the way my eyes light up when I talk about things that excite me. It’s refusing to dull my shine just because it makes someone else squint.
It means wearing rainbow socks to serious meetings, dancing in the kitchen on Monday mornings, and laughing loudly in quiet rooms. It means dreaming big—unreasonably big—and believing in those dreams even when no one else does.
Because here’s the thing: the world doesn’t need more copies. It needs originals. It needs people who choose kindness over cool, imagination over imitation, and love over fear. It needs people who still believe in magic—because magic isn’t fake. Magic is what happens when someone dares to be real in a world full of masks.
Choosing to be a unicorn doesn’t mean I’ve got it all figured out. Far from it. Some days, my glitter fades. Some days, I hide my horn. Some days, I wonder if maybe it’d be easier to just… blend in.
But then I remember: unicorns aren’t meant to be easy. They’re meant to be rare.
And rare is powerful.
So, I keep going. I keep choosing to believe in the good, in myself, in the beauty of difference. I keep showing up with a little sparkle, a little silliness, and a whole lot of heart. I keep creating, expressing, and connecting. I choose to be loud when silence feels safer, and soft when hardness is expected.
Being a unicorn means leading with love—especially when it’s not the obvious choice. It means showing compassion to others and to myself. It means knowing I’m not for everyone, and being okay with that.
It means understanding that not everyone will see the horn, or the sparkles, or the heart I wear on my sleeve. But that doesn’t mean they’re not real.
In a world that often pushes for sameness, choosing to be a unicorn is an act of rebellion. It’s saying: “I am enough as I am. I don’t need to shrink. I don’t need to fit a mold. I don’t need to be anything less than everything I already am.”
And if that makes me too much?
Good.
Because I’d rather be “too much” than not enough of myself.
So yeah—in a world where I can be anything, I choose to be a unicorn. A wild, weird, one-of-a-kind creature made of dreams, stardust, and unstoppable joy.
And I wouldn’t have it any other way. 🦄
