I want to be....an anomaly

I learned a long time ago that I am weird.  Different.  Odd.  Some have labeled me obnoxious.  Obstinate.  Brusque.  But I am living in a new world.  Of my own choices.  And do you know what I am finding?  That I am not weird in a bad way...but in a good way.  An anomaly.  Something different in the day.
I like to be thankful.  To tell people.  To encourage.  To lift up.  And I have had people at school stop me in the hall and tell me that I'm making a difference.  By smiling...really....a guy that I really don't know said how nice it was to come to work and know that I'd be smiling.....and others have said how my attitude is upbeat and good.  I spent too long allowing myself to complain and being beaten down...allowing it.  That is on me.  His doing it, that's on him.  But I don't allow it anymore.  And, while it's ok to have vent time.  Whine time.  Mostly, I love love love love love love love.....being different.  I want to strive to be more and more positive.  I want to be loving in my actions and words.  I might not get it all right, but I can be gracious to myself as well.  I want to live as an anomaly in a world of hopelessness, despair, grouchiness and impatience.
Lord, let it be....by You living in and through me.  Thanks.
blessings.