Being Breath

stories from the wilderness of everyday life

Free to be Me

There is a definite change happening within. I feel more ... me. I don't know if it is being in my 30's, where I am in life, or something more global in nature, but I love it.

Creativity stems more from my spirit instead of a drive to create something someone else might want. Decisions are made with awareness of, but indifference towards, the judgments of others. I won't claim 100% success in this area, but the current rate of success is astounding me.

Because these feelings are fairly recent, I don't have a lot of words to describe it. A recent visit to the Indianapolis Children's Museum should suffice to sum it up.

There was a visiting exhibit - Barbie - which I knew I just had to visit. I've gone between my tom-boy and girly-girl stages and am settling into loving being both. I adored the pink. I ooh-ed and ah-ed over the fashions. I loved remembering the itty bitty shoes and hairstyles.

And being in the state that I am, I felt free to walk through and giggle at it all without feeling pressure to look like the impossibly shaped figures.

Ladies, can we celebrate it together?? :

Lovely as she may be,

Barbie ain't got nothin' on me.