to wear chunky black doc martens
to winter funerals and wakes under long skirts.
they are warm and they are practical,
but mostly
they make me feel strong –
which is how i would like to feel
at funerals and wakes,
but almost never do.
i guess that i have embraced (finally) this, and other quirks.
i know what i like and what i don’t
although i’m not always sure
just why…
a few years ago a friend passed to me a beautiful jacket.
its soft leather and well cut lines
give it sort of timeless appeal
and yet,
every time i put it on
i feel as though i am pretending to be someone else.
someone who would actually own and sport this jacket.
i have a vague memory of knowing someone once with a similar one
who was nothing like the person i hope and strive to be.
all the details of that image are hazy and vague
leaving me no solid reason to dislike it,
but i do.
i especially dislike
who i feel like i must be
with my skin inside it’s lining.
so in 2011, i am choosing that this will be enough
(of a kick in the seat of my well worn denim flares)
for me to pass it along to someone who will love it as it could be loved;
who will feel very much like themselves when they wear it.
i’m sure that my motorcycle jacket
will not miss its company.
actually,
i think she will
revel in the elbow room
that the exit of the newcomer
will ultimately allow her.
not that she spends much time in the front hall closet, anyway,
being the one jacket that i feel completely myself in.
The treasures…one of them..there must be others…of growing older and yes, wiser. I am proud of you. You are brave 🙂