There are two beautiful trees that I walk past everyday when I go home from work. I have no idea what kind they are, but their vibrant pink and purple flowers are such a welcome sight after the bare branches of winter. It makes me think about changing life seasons, about how different I am now than I was five, three, or even just one year ago. It was only one year ago that I graduated college and got married, but it feels like I've grown exponentially as a person since then!
Now when I was a kid, my mother had me sign a contract (I'm pretty sure it was on a napkin) that stated she warned me that I would probably regret going out wearing far-too-large-for-me, rolled-up-at-the-waist, bright yellow, hugely baggy pants with a tank top that had fruit on it and a Rastafarian-type hat. She had me sign a napkin releasing her of the liability that would inevitably be placed on her when I saw the pictures of myself in later years, exclaiming, "Mother, why did you let me go out like that?!"
And you know what? That WAS the dumbest thing to wear. Ever. Even worse than the homemade Altoid tin utility belts. I totally agree that it was hideous. However, my mom let me do it. And somehow the boldness to wear huge yellow pants has morphed over the years into the boldness to wear bright vintage hats, to live in other countries, to marry a military man. I'm not a different person; I've just found better, less confused ways to express who I am and channeled that independent spirit for good causes.
This month we're talking about things that shape our identities and about allowing ourselves to explore different and possibly more accurate ways to express ourselves. There will be some controversial posts, some great discussions, and I hope that we will learn a bit more of how to accept who we are and love those around us, even if they're different!