This happens again and again. I guess Lisa has become some sorta messenger in my life.
Let me explain.
Lisa, the tatooed lady as the song says, is my hairdresser, she fits perfectly in my life, understands my hair issues and has been able to figure out what i am trying to do with it. But hair is not our only issue. We always end up talking a lot about so many things.
Yesterday our conversation was no different. The topic lead her to tell me: you know Sylvia, i think that one has to make decisions and whatever they are, you have to own it. I mean if one decide that all one wants to do is to serve coffee and have a relaxed life, its fine, i understand it, one doesn’t have to reach out for higher plans if one doesn’t have it… one has to do what one wants to do, but one has to say it… I mean: Just Own It!
And she kept giving me examples and kept saying how important is to Own It and me, there, with my pretty short bangs and my half blue hair was listening to her and thinking of all i have done and owned, and all that is still there that i haven’t owned openly and firm.
Just own it! was dancing in my mind all the way back from Lisa’s to my house.
I write but there is a kind of writer that i will never become, i am aware of that and i own that. I am a woman and i am a kind of woman who jumps out of faith and i own that.
I just owned so many other things. If you only knew.