7.06.2015

the best laid plans: when the lights go out

You know the phrases: we plan, G*d laughs; the best laid plans; we plan, life happens. There are plenty, but they all boil down to the same thing, try as we might, we humans do not actually control all that much about our lives in the big picture.

Case in point: the week before we left for the Cape. Here's how our perfect plan went - lovely cooked meals every night to clean out the fridge before we left, cleaning the house up and getting ready, packing Thursday night, heading out Friday.

Here's what actually happened - humungous thunderstorm (with tornado warnings!) Tuesday that knocked out our power for over 24 hours and completely canceled my whole train line for days; pizza for dinner Tuesday night an hour later then normal dinner; another late dinner and bedtime for Gwen Wednesday as we all went over to Trav's coworker's place to drop off Daisy (who unfortunately can't join us this year ::sad Meegs::) and pick up all of our food (which she graciously saved for us!); frantic readying on Thursday. My frustration was palatable, and I might have almost burst into tears over a missed train. 

Crazy skies when the storms passed.


Here's the good news: we still got to Cape Cod.
It might not have been as smooth as we hoped it would be, but we got there. And really we're none the worse for wear. 

We got to blow bubbles on the front porch while eating our pizza. We got to disconnect from electronics for a night. We got to use our camp light for more then just camping!

In the end it all worked out okay.
Even if I did end up wearing navy slacks with a black and white top to work, since I got dressed in the dark.  ;-)

7.03.2015

we're different... we're the same

My look is not everyone's cup of tea.

I know that, I accept that, and I'm okay with that. 

I have colored hair. A few weeks ago I bumped my dip-dyed blue hair up a notch by doing blue "highlights."

I have tattoos, some of them rather large.

I prefer more "hippie-eque" clothes, funky jewelry, and I absolutely rock the "yogi wrist stack" of bracelets.

I'm fine with the fact that people, especially in the business laden center of town, or in the more straight laced suburbia, are going to stare sometimes. I'm used to it, frankly.

But I almost forgot what it felt like to just be me without having to be aware of the eyes and the looks. Until I didn't have to.

This was one aspect of Wanderlust that I didn't get into before. If ever there was staring, it was followed by smiles and a comment of, "I love your hair" or "that's a great tattoo!"

How refreshing to not stick out! Because no matter what people think, that's not why I dye my hair or ink my skin. I do because that what it means to be authentically myself! This is what the real me looks like. For once I was surrounded by people who understood that, people who felt the same way. And lord have mercy, if it didn't feel like a breath of fresh air!

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The title of this post is from a great Sesame Street themed book (We're Different, We're the Same (Sesame Street) (Pictureback(R))) that I've read to Gwen since she was a little girl. It points out that while we have our differences, they aren't things to be afraid or ashamed of, but beautiful things to celebrate! And in the end, while we have physical differences, we are also very much the same, and from the same great human race.

One day I hope everyone can feel that way.

6.29.2015

love wins

If there were a way to make it so that by reading a post rainbows and hearts would come shooting out of your computer screen and shower you in love, then that is what would be happening right now. Guys, I am full to burst.


Friday's decision by SCOTUS literally had me in tears at work!

Source: Mic/Texas Leftist

Love is the reason, the answer, the meaning... and now, now it is the right. For Everyone.