For everyone there are moments in our lives that epitomize time – where we will never forget the time, the place, the exact feeling. I’m not talking about the life changers – births, space shuttles exploding, wedding days or the likes of presidential assassinations. Rather, the smaller instances you don’t realize the significance of what you’re experiencing and the way it will shape the days ahead.
Like the occasion it was presented that life as a ballerina wasn’t on the table.
Or maybe the time you realized Christina Aguilera was not singing about you in her hit song “Genie in a Bottle.”
Could be when you realized you not only lacked the tact but also the appropriate attire for becoming a super model.
Khakis look good on a runway.
Remember when you saw your first concert and it inspired you to be a rock star?
Maybe the time you had the first bite of your now favorite delicatessen, you knew nothing else would ever taste this good.
Possibly being educated about where feminine products are appropriately placed turned your world into a real life Monopoly board game.
Recently I found myself in a downtown Nashville community building that is still all but deserted of anything reminiscent past the ’80s. I sat alone and waited impatiently for my name to be called so that I could further discuss the bad shit that happens to good people. My leg was inadvertently bouncing so hysterically that the lone security guard came over to ask me if I was OK.
It was in that split second that my game changed.
I can’t help what happened to me. I can’t change the way I feel about this situation. I can’t help the sleepless nights, the not wanting to be alone with my thoughts, the shame I still experience. But I CAN do something about it.
So from this day forward, my uniform is permanently on.
My blingy armour will remain in tact.
I’m rounding up the biggest posse I can wrangle.
And this tasty treat will be on the menu at my next mini manse party.
Who wants to play with me?