I’ve decided that the time is right for me to be openly secular. The inspiration for the timing of this “coming out” is a video I saw on Facebook today.
I am not my hair
I am not this skin
I am not your expectations, no
I am not my hair
I am not this skin
I am the soul that lives within
Do you over-think things? I do. I’ve been procrastinating. It’s time to color my hair. I’ve been hiding my gray hair for years now. It was really important to me when my son was born. Pregnancy hormones help you have strong feelings, and I was not going to be a gray-haired mom with an infant. I did cut back while he was baking in the oven, because the jury is out on how safe it is. But my OB said that it was OK.
But that is irrelevant now. My son is now six, and the hormonal decree has long expired. But, am I ready to give up the hair dye? I’m on the fence about it. Like India.Arie says, “I am not my hair.” Where is that line between vanity and a healthy practice of taking care of yourself and your appearance? Should I be changing the natural state of my hair? What does coloring my hair say about me and my relationship with my ego?
Am I caught up in believing that a youthful appearance is more beautiful? Not completely. Am I ready to deal with the awkward stages of growing my hair out? Probably not. My husband thinks that long hair is sexy, and he does not want me to cut it short, so that’s not a good solution.
Probably the best thing to do is to stop analyzing it. Just do it, like Nike. Stop wasting energy on this insignificant decision.
Maybe I’ll do it tomorrow.
I am grateful for the plastic ring that results as you open a gallon jug of milk. It wasn’t always this way. I used to get irritated with my husband for leaving the “milk ring” on the kitchen counter. Why couldn’t he just turn around and throw it in the trash? Is that so difficult? I personalized this to the ridiculous extreme. I felt disrespected because he would carelessly leave this trash behind in my path for me to clean up. What was he thinking? Well, at first he wasn’t. He had no evil intent. Instead of using my powers for good, I used them to turn a harmless little action into a personal attack. I had the amazing power to turn what should have been an insignificant event into a heaping helping of negative feelings.
Once my husband learned about my ridiculousness, he began to teach me a lesson about life. He began to leave the milk ring on the counter on purpose. Sometimes he even puts them in my purse or in the pocket of my jacket for me to find unexpectedly. Through my ability to stop taking this thing so seriously, and through his gentle and constant reminders, the milk ring has become a symbol of love, acknowledgement and humor. Now, when I find a milk ring on the counter, it makes always makes me smile. It reminds me of the lovely journey we are taking together. It reminds me to laugh at myself when I am taking things too personally. It reminds me that my husband is thinking about me, and that he loves me even when I’m being crazy.
I really agree with and like the thoughts shared on The Undie Drawer blog. I love it when people are able to express what I’m feeling, too. Love is so much bigger and more important than labels.
I finally started a blog last night.
It’s kind of a big deal for me because one of my goals is to be brave and to speak my truth. I am still speaking through my writing, but my hope is that it will eventually lead to my actual spoken word, face-to-face with other people, most or all of the time. That is not to say that I’m going around lying all the time. I am actually a very honest and truthful person. But my trick is the things I don’t say – the things that I keep to myself. I have thoughts, feelings and responses about topics that can be controversial, or spawn judgment from others with strong opinions, that I keep to myself because of my fears of conflict, judgment and rejection. I love, and I am inspired by the song “Brave,” sung by Sara Bareilles, from her fourth studio album, The Blessed Unrest (2013). When asked about the song in interviews, Sara shares that she thinks that “there’s so much honor and integrity and beauty in being able to be who you are, [and] it’s important to be brave because by doing that you also give others permission to do the same.” These are things I want in my life: honor, integrity, beauty and the people around me (including myself) to feel willing and able to stand up and be and share who they truly are. In the end, it’s all about love and acceptance.
But I wonder what would happen if you
Say what you wanna say
And let the words fall out
Honestly, I wanna see you be brave.
— Sara Bareilles and Jack Antonoff
Here’s where the gratitude comes in. My expectation is that I would write and no one would read it. And, because I am fighting some fear, I was OK with that. But within hours of my first post, I got my first “Like.” It was from a blogger named Eddy, whose writing has those courageous qualities I hope to achieve for myself. And because of this simple form of acceptance, my needy ego is very happy. I’m so grateful for the positive feedback and the speed in which it was delivered. This will motivate me to share more.A thankful shout-out to a brave and kind blogger, Eddy, for my first “Like”: http://eddybcruz.wordpress.com/
A deep analysis of a curious & possibly not age-appropriate fascination.
I am typically a responsible, forty-four year old woman with a fantastic husband and a wonderful kindergarten-aged son. But each summer, I enjoy watching the show Big Brother, and I have recently become intrigued by one of Big Brother 16’s contestants, Zach Rance. I periodically check his tweets and I follow him on Instagram. I’ve also recently subscribed to his fledgling YouTube channel. In addition, I happened to notice the #Zankieween tweets on Halloween, and I stayed up late into the wee hours to read the tweets and see the pictures and videos of Zach with his friend, Frankie Grande, at a Halloween party. I enjoyed seeing them be each other for Halloween, watching them dance together, and enjoyed seeing the salacious selfie of Frankie with Zach biting his ear.
For those who do not watch Big Brother, I’ll need to tell you the “Zankie” story. Zankie is a combination of the names “Zach” and “Frankie,” Zach met Frankie, an openly gay man, in the Big Brother house. They pretty much instantly became great friends (called a “Bromance” on Big Brother), and possibly something more in the romantic sense. Zach says that Frankie is one of the funniest and smartest people he knows, and those are the most important qualities to him in other people. They were more than typically physically affectionate for two guys while together in the BB House, often hugging and cuddling each other. But, Zach, in a few of the serious interviews I’ve read online, professes that he is straight and that Frankie is just his best friend. But his words, actions and reactions to Frankie in the Big Brother House, and after leaving, seem to go contrary to that of a straight man. And there are still a bunch of Big Brother fans that are hoping that the relationship develops into something more. This was the main fuel for the trending of #Zankieween on October 31, 2014.
Being an introspective personality, I have given some deep thought about why I (a middle-aged, happily married, straight woman) am so fascinated with this young kid from Florida, and additionally, his relationship with his friend Frankie. Here’s what I’ve come up with:
- I genuinely like Zach’s personality. He is energetic, funny and clever. Even though he is highly sarcastic, I still can sense that he is a good-hearted person. I have not seen a boring interview of Zach Rance yet. He just doesn’t take himself, life or other people too seriously, which is a quality I admire. He also seems to have a supporting and loving relationship with his younger brother and the rest of his family. Moms love this.
- But most importantly, I am impressed with his bravery. He is not afraid to openly express his feelings and emotions, at least some of the time. I think this is what got me hooked. He professed to Frankie that he was in love with him on the show, and he knew that thousands of people could see the footage. He wasn’t afraid to be physically close with Frankie on the show with everyone watching. He is also, evident after #Zankieween, still friends and physically close with Frankie even though it may go against the theory that he is straight. I wish I were as brave as Zach, and I desire to be more open expressing myself and my thoughts, emotions and feelings.
- I simply enjoy a romantic, “odds are against it,” love story. Just as I like watching a fictional “chick flick,” I enjoy the suspense and possibility that there could be something more, and that everything will turn out great in the end, even with difficultly and betrayal in the relationship (Frankie betrayed Zach on Big Brother). What I think makes this even more interesting to me, is that these are actual people, not just fictional characters. Will there be a “Happily Ever After?”
Irregardless of my temporary state of teen-aged-like obsession, it doesn’t really matter to me whether or not Zach has romantic feelings for Frankie. There is a true love that exists between the two of them. Whether it is romantic or platonic – it truly doesn’t matter to me. Love is so much bigger than those limiting ideas. And in the end, what is more important than rooting for love?