Last night I attended my 747th 'Back to School' night. I ran into another mom whom I think is amazing. Her name is Heidi and she has the most wonderful, loving spirit. Despite being about 10 years my junior, she is my guru. She takes life in stride and when life hands her lemons she makes lemon meringue pie and smashes it in the face of life! Fun girl. She was wearing the standard "mom at back to school night uniform" (i.e. casual pants, cute T and a little argyle sweater) except on her feet were bright red, sequined, big bowed, sparkly shoes. Yes, the kind Dorothy jacked from the Wicked Witch! She told me that her sister had bought them for her as her "happy shoes". She is supposed to wear them whenever she is in a bad mood. I mean, looking at those feet, who could stay glum? Her husband though, said she would never have the guts to wear them in public...so...free-spirited (and competitive) as she is, they made their debut at Back to School Night. Heidi sat squirming a bit discussing her daughter's scholastic prowess with the teacher, who was wearing the standard "teacher at back to school night uniform" (i.e. black slacks, blazer, and sensible shoes), all the while wondering if perhaps the teacher thought this brilliant child might actually be adopted. In the end the happy shoes made up for any embarrassment felt for actually wearing them in public.
I admire the ability to just let go like that. On or off the mat. It may not be yoga that does it for everyone. Or even happy shoes. But whatever it is, find it. Do it. Love it. But remember that the shoes have to be so ridiculous that no one will think you just have bad taste!
Thank you, Heidi, for the lesson learned from a life well lived. I am off to find some happy shoes. Or maybe earrings and a cute sweater!
Quote of the Day: "If someone is laughing it is a sign that someone else was creative."
My brother's college art teacher