If we show emotion, we’re called “dramatic”. If we want to play against men, we’re “nuts”. If we dream of equal opportunity, “delusional”. When we stand for something, we’re “unhinged”. When we’re too good, there’s “something wrong with us”. And if we get angry, we’re “hysterical”, “irrational” or “just being crazy”. But, a woman running a marathon was crazy. A woman boxing was crazy. A woman dunking, crazy. Coaching an NBA team, crazy. Competing in a hijab, changing her sport, landing a double cork 1080 or winning 23 Grand Slams, having a baby, and then coming back for more. Crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy and crazy. So if they want to call you crazy? Fine. Show them what crazy can do.

Its easy to put people in boxes. Theres us, theres them. The high earners, and those just getting by. Those we trust, and those we try to avoid. Theres the new days, and those who've always been here. The people from the countryside, and those who've never seen a cow. The religious and the self confident. There are those we share something with, and those we don't share anything with. And then suddenly theres us. We who believe in life after death. We who've seen UFO's. And all of us who love to dance. We who've been bullied, and we who've bullied others. And then theres us, the lucky ones who've had sex this past week. We who are brokenhearted. We who are madly in love. We who feel lonely. We who are bisexual. And we who acknowledge the courage of others. We who have found the meaning of life. And we who have saved lives. And then theres all of us. So maybe theres more than brings us together than we think.