Breaking free to be me

At some point in my life, I quit trying to be a cliche and became the me. Maybe it was after the kids were grown and I didn’t have to be a mom. Maybe it was after my divorce and I didn’t define myself as a wife. I don’t know. But at some point, I became emancipated from the stereotype and chose the “me” I was created to be. It was then I wrote this poem:

Breaking Free

There is no place for powder room visits

   in my life anymore.

For girls who giggle en mass to apply masks.

A half century and beyond teaches me

  the futility of puberty

   and much more.

Fleeting feelings and cheap wine and cold marbled rooms

   I don’t need.

Now I revel in tender touches, expressive voices, exposed eyes,

Warm blankets of wise thoughts and strings of music

   from the meadowlark.

No, I need no powder room visits

   to put on a face any longer.

For now is the time of baring face

   and breaking free.

Patricia Allwood Hindman (2006)

MULLING THINGS OVER

We don’t all feel free to be ourselves every moment. But we can come to the point where we are real most of the time.

Do you feel you sometimes keep your face in a jar beside of the door and put it on when you feel?

What are those occasions?

Have you come to the point you feel you are really you most of the time?

15 Comments

  1. So happy to be among the free going gray ladies. Fought for awhile. . . Then decided too much money to just have to redo the color every 3 weeks. Crazzzzzzzy! So I let go and I must say, God blessed me with beautiful gray hair. Lovin every minute of this new season I am in! So glad I have friends to shate it with! Blessings, Miss Pat!

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  2. I think I finally started finding the real me when I retired! Wow! Why did I wait so long? I am so enjoying this season of my life and yes. . . The hair coloring stopped! Can’t believe the money I save and you know what. . God has given me B.E.A.U.T.I.F.U.L. sexy silver hair. 😊I must admit I still use a little face coloring but only when I go out. Guess that is something I can work on. As of now, I am still a work in progress and it is so cool to see where God is leading! Thanks, Pat for this fun blog!

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  3. I am the real me! Finally started finding myself when I retired. Wow! Why did I wait so long? And. . .yes. . .no more hair coloring! I can’t believe the money I am saving. You know what. . .God has given me B.e.a.u.t.i.f.u.l. sexy silver hair. (Have to agree. . .gray sounds old and this lady is not old)😊 I am still a work in progress and it is so exciting to see where God is leading me! Thanks, Pat for this neat blog!❤

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  4. I sped right past gray and into white.. It seems like it happened over night..Now it’s in a pony tail pulled back tight.. At my age ,that’s supposed to be a no no, right?.. Frankly , I find it a delight..Of course I do have a bit of trouble with my sight.. but I’m sure my dogs think it looks all right! 😉

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