How Some Unruly Leg Hairs Changed my Whole World View

This morning, after feigning resistance to Him and our oldest going down to the neighbors for waffles while I took a shower (who doesn’t want an almost-completely empty house whilst they lather, rinse and shave their armpits?) I finally decided to drag out Ol’ Bessy, my worn-out Gillette razor, and do some personal maintenance.

You ladies know what I’m talking about. Shaving your legs in January is about as important as a spray tan in July. It’s just not a top priority. Anyway, as Ol’ Bessy and I were beginning to tackle the task at hand, I began to notice she’d lost a little of her luster. My scaly, wintery legs were still wielding the same number of tiny, Gulliver’s Travels-sized daggers as they were three strokes ago.

Then it hit me – I’d left the old girl in her sheath – her blades unexposed. To be fair, I was still in a bit on a #NYE fog; going to bed at 1:30 and waking at 6:30 doesn’t quite agree with my delicate constitution, but it made me realize something. As I hacked away at my unruly leg hairs over and over again, I was somehow aghast by the fact that they still weren’t disappearing. “What. Is. Going. On!?” I said aloud to myself as I raked at my flesh again and again, expecting different results.

BLAMO. Just in case you missed it, I am now going to hit you over the head with the point of this blog. In this, God’s great year two thousand and fifteen, I am going to stop doing the same things over and over and expecting something different to happen. Eating pretzels at 11pm is never going to make me skinnier in the morning. Watching Netflix before bed is never going to give me more time to read. Not planning date nights is never going to give me opportunities to hang out with Him. If I want different results, I’m going to have to change my approach. Take action when I see injustices. Stop apologizing for my beliefs. Don’t let a trip to the grocery store count as my socializing for the week.

You get the idea.

P.S. If you’ve been within earshot of me in the last couple of weeks, you definitely know I’ve been reading the book Unbroken, about WWII U.S. bombardier and Japanese POW Louis Zamparini. This was a man who lived through unimaginable torture (seriously, do yourself a favor and read his story. Or at least let me talk your ear off about it.) and go on to live an incredible life, even returning to Japan to embrace his one-time captors. It got me to thinking about living life purposefully. Whether it be jetting off to Europe, zig-zagging in an Airstream across the country, or getting this blog in front of a million sets of eyes. (Is this a good time to ask you to share it?) Whatever I decide, today is the day for sweeping declarations of grandeur, so I’ve decided to join the masses and make some changes in 2015. I’ll leave you with this – a quote from Ghandi that pretty much sums up anything I could ever want to say about well, anything:

“If we could change ourselves, the tendencies in the world would also change. As a man changes his own nature, so does the attitude of the world change towards him. … We need not wait to see what others do.”


  1. After coming home from the movie, Unbroken, ordering the book to read this weekend, drinking my last soda for the year, and then reading your blog, I realized that the greatness in all of us is a connected golden thread that finds its current when it touches our heart. Oh, and about those leg hairs… will find, with age, that not only do they literally disappear, but with eyesight changes you just can’t see them! (the only bonus of old age that I have found)

    • Thank you Dedra! I look forward to the day when a shower doesn’t automatically come with nicks and razor burn 🙂 Brian and I are off to see Unbroken tomorrow – we can’t wait.

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