I live in a house with men. Five of them. Short of applying bright blue eyeliner with a thick pencil or setting my hair on fire, none of them notice me or what I look like on a daily basis. It’s probably better that way.
But, sometimes, it’s nice to hear something nice. I’ve been kind of blah for the past couple of months. It happens. It’ll pass. But, truth be told, I’m feeling old (hey, that rhymed!) The “bigs” are growing up and I’m feeling kind of outdated. My hair is weird – and I’m just letting it go to see what happens because the color thing is not happening lately on my head. My body is slowly collapsing around me. Yes, it’s slow, but I’m having to rethink my clothes and what sort of flapping bits the world needs to see these days. It’s all kind of depressing if I think about it too much.
Mike spent the bulk of the day with the big boys and Andy and the neighbor boys working on the treehouse. I watched from our bedroom (while putting away laundry and cleaning) and I have to say Mike is a master at boys. Even the young boys were sawing and hammering and everyone was behaving and working to a goal. At the end of the day, Mike and the boys cooked hotdogs and hung out. I escaped across the street to my neighbors’ house. We chatted, snacked and chatted some more – ignoring the drumming and man-yells coming from behind my house.
My point? While I was out today, two different women commented on my hair – in a good way. Later, the neighbors both commented on my hair (independent of each other no less). It was such a boost for me to hear them comment. (I’d done nothing special with my hair other than wash it and leave the shower.) I’m thinking maybe I should speak up next time I see something I admire about another woman in my age group. Who doesn’t need a boost? I have to get over my general shyness and speak up. What an easy way to make someone’s day. I don’t aspire to mindless comments, but something real. My goal this week is to find three things to compliment. This is scary territory for me, but I’m going to do it. I cannot believe how my mood has been lifted by the compliments I received today. It’s not so much about the compliments as it is about someone noticing. Sometimes, it’s nice to be noticed.