It is getting warm and you know what that means. Me and my Schick for Women are getting reacquainted. Awww, shaving your legs. I hate it. It hates me. I only do it because others do and if I ever live somewhere where I don't have to or where people wouldn't run and scream in horror, I will stop altogether (except the pits because that is just gross.). I hate that one little patch of hair that inevitably gets missed, usually around the ankle or knee, you know, right where it is sure to not be missed by eyes, only a razor. I hate that it takes so long in the shower when you have children peeping in on you ask, "How much longer are you gonna be!?" (aha, the cause of the missed spots has been identifed). However, I especially hate that when you are done, as if they know that you just spent time and energy getting your legs baby soft and smooth, the goosebumps. The goosebumps that you madly rub away as soon as they tingle in the leggage area. The regrowth-- after all of that foam, and water, and schicking. Hate that too cause now that is one less day you have to not shave your legs.
This little moment in my car allowed me to see how totally freeing it is to just let a feeling envelope you for a moment without fighting it or worrying if it is the "right" way to feel. I think as a women we don't feel things the way we are meant too. We have so many responsibilities that there isn't time to just sit and say, "I am sad. It is crappy and I am sad." I also think we don't allow others to be that way because it makes us uncomfortable to see others not HAPPY (!) all the time and plus we want to fix it. Sometimes maybe it doesn't need to be fixed, just nurtured and strengthened until it passes.