So, this will have absolutely nothing to do with writing. Except that IT IS writing and therefore I guess it will count. It’s probably just going to sound like a stream of consciousness to anyone who reads it because ….. well, that is exactly what it is.
I woke up a half hour ago, made a cup of coffee and sent the obligatory email to work advising that I would be working from home because I woke up with a migraine and just took some medicine. I’m not lying, this is actually the truth. I did wake up a half hour ago and I had, actually still have a headache. But I’m on of those annoying people who just wakes up naturally at a certain hour and resolves to be productive even if it’s super annoying. Believe me, it’s annoying to me also. I’d much rather be in bed, under the covers, sleeping. But…. Here I am.
Anyway, having woken up and sent out the emails to the office and the team and not being able to sleep I sat, at the kitchen table with coffee in hand and thinking about the day ahead. It’s halloween and every child, or at least most children, will be dressing up as whatever their little imaginations allowed them to imagine. They will for one day become the fruits of their imaginations. Why can’t we, as adults do this?
I’m looking forward to seeing them come to the door asking for candy. I will admit that, as an immigrant, this tradition of trick or treating is still a bit odd to me but as a chocolate lover I completely understand it. If this had been a thing where I come from, I would be such a happy kid on that day. Chocolate is life. You better believe that I would have it all mapped out where the best chocolate giver lived and I would make sure to hit those houses before anyone else. Like I said…. Chocolate is life.
But I am here to talk about the kids and their imaginations. Have you ever paid attention to how kids behave when they dress up for Halloween? They become the thing they imagine the thing or person to be. Most little girls, not all, want to dress up as princesses…. I’m not really sure why but that’s not the point. If you really look at a little girl who is dressed up as a princess her attitude completely changes. She walks a little taller and speaks a little different and there is a tone of importance in her voice. She says please and thank you and her smile is a little different. She becomes the person she imagines a princess to be. Now think back to the little boy dressed as a monster or something like that. You got it? He comes to your door and sometimes doesn’t even ring the bill but knocks and as you open the door he looks up at you and he looks a little taller and growls at you. You just saw this little boy yesterday running to get into mom’s car to be driven to school and he was just a little boy. Today, as a monster, he is that monster. When grabbing the candy from the skull or pumpkin bucket I have in my hands he will just reach in and take it. He will say thank you but in a growly voice and he’s on to the his next “victim.”
I say all this to say that clothes do in fact make the person. These little people become what they imagine they are. They take on the actions of a princess, a monster, a police person or whatever they decide to “become” for this one day of every year. I think that in a way we do as well. We become who we think we are. As adults we become what we imagine we are. The trouble with this is that others will then see us in that way and because this becomes a vicious cycle. Sometimes it’s great and sometimes …. Well, not so much.
Every morning we put on whatever clothes that reflect what we are feeling. Have you ever said to yourself. “I am so tired, I don’t feel like putting on heels…. I’m just going to wear my jeans and sneakers.” Gosh, I say this almost every morning. I AM so tired at 4:00 a.m.!!!!!!!!!! But that little girl dressed as a princess is a lot smarter than I am. She is probably also tired from playing all day and not being able to sleep thinking about her dress and her beautiful tiara just a few feet away from her bed and how for one entire day she’s going to be a beautiful princess. That little girl knows that in order to be believable as a princes she must look like a princess and as such she CANNOT go outside in public wearing anything but her long dress and her tiara. How else will she be distinguishable from the other little girls?
When did we, as adults forget how to be this little girl? As I sit here at my kitchen table, with my now cold cup of coffee, I’m thinking that perhaps our clothes are more important than we give them credit for. They are our coat of armor and our special power. They are like Superman’s cape or tights (whatever you prefer). They don’t make us who we are but they enhance who we are and they present to the world the best form of ourselves.
Perhaps it’s time I bring this little girl back and go find my princess dress. Perhaps I will regain my superpower!
Anyway, not writing related but I just needed to write. Hope you enjoyed it and if you did please like and share with your friends. I am trying to grow the blog and thinking about a podcast.
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