On this Tuesday Top of Mind, I want to write about (quote) suggestions (unquote).
You know the ones that people, especially women, get blasted with about clothes, and shoes, and hairstyles. A headline I just saw said ‘no woman over 50 needs this haircut.’ Bold statement.
But who says?
Why shouldn’t I buzz-cut my hair if I want to? Or dye it a screaming yellow with magenta stripes and purple spikes. I mean, that’s not my jam but it is someone’s. Why can’t I have long pretty hair when I am in my 50s?
Well, besides genetics. And my hair follicles.
Yes, we do change as we age. Who cares? Age will happen to all of us at one point. The goal is, and always has been, to be yourself.
I am a huge proponent of being yourself.
If you feel the above hairstyle, knock yourself out.
If you want to wear jammies to the grocery store, go ahead. Or go without a bra under your sweatshirt, no one is stopping you.
Be yourself. There is no one else around to be you. You might as well get comfortable.
That means different things to different people. That is okay.
For me being comfortable with myself is wearing rubber duck pajamas to the grocery store. I also got complimented on them while at the grocery store.
Another thing that takes up way too much space in people’s minds, especially women but a surprising amount of men, is wrinkles. Aging in general, I think.
I know that there are people throwing millions and millions of dollars to solve a problem that exists in their own heads.
Make-up, don’t need it. Wrinkles? So what.
The latest television show that EVERYONE is talking about? I don’t watch television.
Have I heard about the latest rumbles in the music industry? So and so is mad at this and that. Nope, I don’t listen to current music. I like NPR, it is always changing.
Am I boring? With my lack of television watching, especially reality, and lack of knowledge of current music knowledge?
Yes.
But I would wager I know a ton about current events from NPR and the newspaper reading I do daily.
In my jammies, with my undyed hair, and my lack of make-up.
I’m okay with that.
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