So . . . . I'm having fun.
That doesn't come as a great shock to a lot of you - the dancing, the sidesaddle riding, the Victorian clothes and singing practice and Lego Loki . . .
The difference is, a lot of this 'fun' comes at a price of being outside the social norm. Some of you will do the digital equivalent of making a 'duhhhhhh' noise and slapping your limp wrist against your shoulder. The phrase 'Deee dee deeeeeeeeeee' may cross your lips.
Thank you, yes, I'm aware of how stupid that sounds.
But we're ingrained pretty much from birth to fit in, to not make waves, to only be wacky in socially acceptable situations. I went to high school with a boy named Patrick who took every costume worthy situation to wear a dress. Absolutely every opportunity. If he, as I suspect, wanted to be a transvestite, I hope he found a place where he felt safe to do so. I'm pulling for you, Patrick. You can borrow any of my dresses any time.
So now, I'm making a conscious effort to do fun things, even if they are outside the realm of what is considered 'normal'.
When I was down in Shaker Village, I wore my Civil War era dress to dinner - even though I know I would get stared at and be considered weird. You know what happened?
People smiled at me.
They would come around the corner and burst into a big grin. Ladies old enough to be my grandmother told me stories of wearing hoop skirts to their proms and the situations they got into trying to wrestle their dresses into the car. Waitresses paused at my table just to tell me they loved my dress.
That was nice!
On to sidesaddle! I mentioned sidesaddle to a couple of other ladies staying at the inn. They wanted to know everything about it and even made the trip over to the stables to watch us saddle up. They specifically asked me to mount my horse so that they could take pictures. Other ladies manning vendor booths for the charity ride wanted to know how it felt, what it was like, etc. They were fascinated.
They all smiled.
When doing the Bourbon Trail, I posed Lego Loki and Lego Thor trying to get booze out of some of the valves in the distillery. Another man - a professional, very well put together man - turned around and saw me taking pictures of the Lego Brothers Odinson. The result?
A great, big grin.
I'm not just having fun and mocking social mores . . . . I'm creating smiles.
And that is never a bad thing.