This may seem insignificant. It is not. It is literally the first time in my entire life that I have braided my hair and intended to wear it like that for the day.
I've lived almost 30 whole years without doing this. I have always gotten hung up on this fact...not the 30 thing, not the braid thing, but the doing new things thing. In fact, for much of my adult "post-college" life I have continued to do things the way I have mostly always done them for the simple fact that I've always wondered what kind of reaction the small re-inventions would get. For example- why are you braiding your hair? You've never braided your hair.
During my senior year of high school, I only wore jeans on Wednesdays. On all the other days, I wore some variation of soccer/athletic clothing. This carried over to college, where by default most days while running from morning workout to 8am class, I wore sweats the majority of the time. It turns out, I like wearing jeans.
During high school, I never wore v-neck shirts. I thought it was too revealing. It turns out, I like wearing them AND for more than just the ease of nursing Tyler in public settings.
Since I got contacts way back in middle school, I have never worn glasses. I just got my first pair of real glasses a few weeks ago...disregard the fact they are pink and black, that's a whole other story for another day... and it turns out, I really like wearing them.
Last summer, I wore tank tops for the first time. Seriously. In all previous summers and occasions, I was self conscious about wearing them. Then I was pregnant and caught up in the wave of needing maternity clothes so I bought some. And wore then. And it turned out, I really liked wearing them.
It turns out, for the last hour I've had my hair braided, I really like it. Probably factoring in is the reality that I seriously don't think I've had my hair cut since Tyler was born but it feels cooler, more organized and in much less disarray (my hair, that is).
I have considered multiple times- even going so far as to mention it to Kevin one day a few months ago- that I might need (no, actually WANT) to do some clothes shopping. But not without significant purpose or change in mind. Right now, most of the shirts I own were found on the nearest sale or clearance rack and most of the pants I own are at least one size too big (thanks to the glories of nursing and chasing Tyler around, I'm a lot lighter on my feet than I was before I got pregnant).
The point is, there are a lot of changes- most appearance based- that I've kicked around inside my head for a long time. Or at least, on and off for the last however many years. Only never pulling the trigger or making small changes because I've been worried about what people would think or if they'd wonder why I was doing "xyz-new thing". So, my friends, after all this honesty...it appears my next 30 years might look different than my first 30 years!
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