So, I found a hat on Sunday. It was lying in the middle of the road as I drove Helen home from a playdate, and two hours later the hat was still there, limp and pathetic as the weather washed over it. Since adopting stray hats has had good effects in the past--I fell in love with Hubs when he was wearing a terrific leather hat he found in Mexico, for example--I picked it up and wore it home. Over my hood. I will wash it before I wear it for real, in case you're worried.
And I don't know. It's just a hat. But I am hoping for some kind of help, here: for a while I've been noticing that my attitude is in need of a serious change. Yes, I was not really happy about moving to Denver. Yes, I'm bummed that my creative and professional life hasn't exactly been a shining beacon of wonderfulness for the past 14 months or so. Yes, the house we moved into has some problems, such as the dinky little kitchen with rinky-dink cabinets that shed paint peelings and sawdust into our pots and pans, and not all of these problems are going to be fixed in the conceivable future. Yes, for some reason our new geographic location makes me feel claustrophobic and constrained. But come on. This is where we live. I need to step into it and engage: I need to stop focusing on the bad and start pursuing the good.
So I'm hoping for good things from this hat: transformative things. Making-me-want-to-be-here things. Accepting-opportunity-when-it-comes things, and making myself receptive to opportunity. Such as this hat.