A woman wears many hats – and they don’t always fit. Some hats are tight-fitting and some are large. Some fit perfectly and some we would just as soon get rid of.
Like many of you, I dabble in things because it piques my interest. Maybe someone does something that I always wanted to do or they know something that I have always found fascinating. I may have discovered something that makes me feel like I did when I was a kid – the curiosity, the dream, the thing that was worth the wait.
We never know until we try, ask, do. Sometimes we find that maybe, just maybe, it isn’t what we thought it would be. Did it satisfy our curiosity? Did it feel more like an obligation than a dream? Another hat to be worn.
We took classes, bought books and supplies. Trying to figure out which one thing would make growing up worth the wait. Trial and error in trying on the hats that we liked. Did it fit well? Maybe we thought so, but, we ended up throwing it in the closet for a while thinking – maybe later. I will buy another hat.
I love trying on hats. They make me feel alive and ready to tackle something new. I am a creator, a maker, a doer of things. I have failed at many things and that has not stopped me from doing something new. This is something new that I never thought I could do. Blogging gives me a chance to hone my writing skills, meet new people, learn new things.
I love learning. That is a hat that I love wearing. It fits perfectly on my head and I have worn it to the point of comfort. Women wear many hats and we often take for granted that old, worn hat. It is a hat we go back to – for comfort, for security, and for strength.
When I am wearing other hats, I feel alive or sometimes I hide.
Sometimes it’s about the clothes…. my hubby got me my early birthday present – my new housecoat. The thing is, I have to throw the old one away. That may not seem like a big deal to some, but to me, it is a little “big” deal. I am all for sending it along for someone else to re-use, but, I can safely say that this has seen it’s days.
Today I am throwing that old thing out. Now, before you laugh….what is one thing that you have that has more memories attached to it and you wouldn’t get rid of? ( I am usually not a materialistic person either). My old housecoat has been through Christmases and cool fall evenings. It has carried babies at night. Witnessed awesome kids and naughty ones. It has been my security blanket through good times and bad. Oh, that coat has had more spills and spit-up on it than anything else I own!
I have cried and laughed inside it. I have spent all day wearing it. It has been used to wipe the snot from the noses of little ones. It has been worn as I sat on the dock and wondered at the stars in the middle of the night. Pulled it tight as I keep the winter wind from blowing through me. It has been washed so many times that it has worn in places that are almost see-through.
I will throw my old one, because, it is, quite frankly, worn out! Before you throw away or donate something, let the good times roll through your mind and roll on to make new ones.
I have kept that housecoat and it has moved as many times as I have. It hangs as a backup on the hanger on the door of my bedroom. The suggestions and support I got to keep it was amazing. Make it a quilt, turn it into stuffed animals, use it to make small blankets for the grandkids – all of which I may do.
I got to thinking about this because I had a memory pop up on Facebook. I love how it conjured up memories for many of you and that is why I have kept it, too.