3/5/16 I slept well last night and am sitting at our table and chairs in DC. I am admiring the new furniture adoring the floors and the circular rainbow colored painting that looks well fit too. My husband is off to K’s class for yoga our favorite teacher so far in DC. I am too sore to go. I ran around all day yesterday buying high end make up after a makeover by an African American young woman. She nailed it. She was able to give me a makeover that matched the colors to the hue of my skin so well that I bought everything. I don't usually wear makeup but she convinced me to start.
I told her that I was listening to Oprah this morning and how inspirational she is to me. She paused and said, What did she say? I told her the story that Oprah told on You tube on how she was in kindergarten n and said, ‘I don’t belong here. I don’t belong with these kids’ and then she gave her teacher the note of all the words that she knew how to spell. Words most adults don’t even know. The teacher marched her to the principal’s office and the principal made her write out every word not believing that she wrote them in the first place. And she did. The principal then agreed that she didn’t belong in kindergarten and skipped her to first grade. Soon after skipped another grade.
The makeup lady listened and then I said, “What the talk really was about was following your inner compass. Following your intuition regardless of what any one else says. She nodded her head as she picked out another perfect color to draw on my face. After the makeover session was over, I rushed to a Barre class and it was hard as hell. Then I was off to Wholefoods to buy stuff for dinner and took an Uber home as I couldn’t carry everything. The cabbie an African American man jokes as I was worried about putting my kombucha (he mistakes it for beer) in the trunk, “Don’t worry, I won’t steal it,” he jokes, “I quit drinking four years ago,” he tells me. I smile and say, me too.
His story was that he drank heavily as a young person in Desert Storm and was mandated to quit. He did for a period of time and then started up again. “Every day”, he tells me but he didn’t have a problem. (yeah, me too, I think to myself). “You know, drinks before dinner at my sisters. You have to have drinks first, right?” “So one day”, he continues, “I woke up and decided, I don’t want to drink anymore. I just felt like it wasn’t good for my body. My dad died of alcoholism. His liver, you know?” (uh huh, I think). Was it a spiritual experience I ask? “No, I have my spiritual beliefs, yes but it was just being int uned with what my body needs and it didn’t need alcohol anymore.” I congratulate him for listening to his body as so many of us don’t. When I got out of the cab I almost ran into a moving car. He shouts out, “Watch out! be careful!” Uh huh, I think again.
I told her that I was listening to Oprah this morning and how inspirational she is to me. She paused and said, What did she say? I told her the story that Oprah told on You tube on how she was in kindergarten n and said, ‘I don’t belong here. I don’t belong with these kids’ and then she gave her teacher the note of all the words that she knew how to spell. Words most adults don’t even know. The teacher marched her to the principal’s office and the principal made her write out every word not believing that she wrote them in the first place. And she did. The principal then agreed that she didn’t belong in kindergarten and skipped her to first grade. Soon after skipped another grade.
The makeup lady listened and then I said, “What the talk really was about was following your inner compass. Following your intuition regardless of what any one else says. She nodded her head as she picked out another perfect color to draw on my face. After the makeover session was over, I rushed to a Barre class and it was hard as hell. Then I was off to Wholefoods to buy stuff for dinner and took an Uber home as I couldn’t carry everything. The cabbie an African American man jokes as I was worried about putting my kombucha (he mistakes it for beer) in the trunk, “Don’t worry, I won’t steal it,” he jokes, “I quit drinking four years ago,” he tells me. I smile and say, me too.
His story was that he drank heavily as a young person in Desert Storm and was mandated to quit. He did for a period of time and then started up again. “Every day”, he tells me but he didn’t have a problem. (yeah, me too, I think to myself). “You know, drinks before dinner at my sisters. You have to have drinks first, right?” “So one day”, he continues, “I woke up and decided, I don’t want to drink anymore. I just felt like it wasn’t good for my body. My dad died of alcoholism. His liver, you know?” (uh huh, I think). Was it a spiritual experience I ask? “No, I have my spiritual beliefs, yes but it was just being int uned with what my body needs and it didn’t need alcohol anymore.” I congratulate him for listening to his body as so many of us don’t. When I got out of the cab I almost ran into a moving car. He shouts out, “Watch out! be careful!” Uh huh, I think again.
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