Last night I had a dream that I was at the playground with my kids and I bumped into two women with lavender-colored hair. We smiled and waved at each other, each nodding in acknowledgment of the pastel shade that adorned us like a crown.
The dream read like a Who’s Who of Who-ville, with the three of us running the show. Our features were slightly Seuss-ified but our hair was on-pooooint and I think that’s what won us our bonus street-cred.
Because, back in my real life, I think I secretly believed that when I dyed my hair this crazy color, it would give me all the super powers. That I would magically transform into: Lavender Girl, faster than the other carpool drivers, more powerful than the Barre-Fit moms, mastering all seasonal trends in a single bound!
And I think I felt this same way, when I got my tattoos and my nose ring, and my master’s degree (I threw an Oxford comma in there for you grammer-philes. And lest you think I can hang with you big dogs, I literally just learned what an Oxford comma was, like six weeks ago). I’ve come to notice that I often choose to pursue accomplishments that are clearly visible. Because I want credit. I want you to know that I did something. That I am worth something. That I am something.
I think we all do this to some degree. We want to be impressive human specimens, so we wear cute clothes and make sure our kids behave, and try to sound intelligent when we talk. But as I sit here sipping my coffee with my bluish-purple hair, (with some blonde roots already peeking through), I’m realizing that I don’t like the people I like or care about the people I care about because they look a certain way or say a certain thing, or have a certain job. I like them because I just do. Because we fit. Because they make me feel whole and good, and valued. What’s that quote by Carl W. Buehner, that gets used to ad nauseam? They may forget what you said — but they will never forget how you made them feel.
So what is my point here? Well, I think it’s just this:
You are who you are
That everyone knows
No matter the shade from your hair to your toes
Your friends think your grand
Your heart’s just the right size
No fancy clothes needed, we’re just glad you’re alive!
Your job doesn’t matter
No one cares ’bout your weight
You are who you are, so let’s celebrate!