Funny thing, labels, stereotypes, maybe funny until they are not funny, until they are broken down, dissected; then they might become limiting, even hurtful; they might also provide insight. Consider these two words:

Brawler: a person who fights angrily, noisily, and roughly;

Ballet: a classical dance form demanding grace and precision and employing formalized steps and gestures set in intricate, flowing patterns to create expression through movement.

In my several decades of life now, I can see the virtues of both, appreciate the motivations, even inspirations that might fuel both endeavors; I can also appreciate the traits of humans that might fit into each category of activity.

Ballet is a beautiful, soothing, and expressive art form; being a Brawler is sometimes necessary; at least having the mentality therein, being able to defend one’s self and get through difficult times when you might be under attack.

In my heart of hearts I think my disposition is more in the realm of ballet than brawling. And from adolescence to now I’ve worked (at varying degrees at various times) to also have the traits of a brawler. To be able to stand up for myself, to be respected for my physical ability to stand up for myself, my friends, my family.

Not sure how these two weigh out on the scales just now, but I know they both still are within me.

Balance is key.

Balance is GOOD.