Friday, November 11, 2016

Don't You Even Care?

There were several days I showed up at Monroe Elementary, and realized that dressing in the dark had not served me well. Some days I had on a navy blue sock and a black sock. I may have even had similar shoes on that were different colors. It happens.

Back then, I was a little more uptight. A little more concerned about what people thought about me.

You know what I love about being me right now? I honestly don't really care if anyone approves of what I look like or what I do. I feel like my heart is in the right place, and all the rest is just details.

These days, I wear mismatched socks on purpose. I wear socks with sandals if my feet feel really dry and need extra time with lotion.

"But Denise, does it look good?" I know what some of you are thinking.

See, I think that's the wrong thing to ask.

"Denise, don't you even care any more?" is the better question.

And the answer is no. I'm liking the freedom that comes from doing what I want, the way I want, when I want. Yeah. The liberation that comes from being myself feels pretty darn good.


  1. Oh man, I hear ya! I feel the same way. I love being my age and I love just being me. You go, girl.

    1. Debby, thank you so much for reading, and leaving your fun, uplifting comments. It is always a joy to see you here!

  2. At the pool this morning, my Personal Assistant noticed that she put two different socks on me when she was helping me get dressed. Oh well! I'm still wearing them.

    1. You two are probably the only ones who will notice. It's okay!


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