|Monday, Aug. 5, 2013|
Zumba frequently promotes awareness of causes by holding Zumbathons to raise money, with large portion of ticket sales going to the cause. They also sell special clothes and accessories related to the event (so people can get all dressed up!) and 30% of the proceeds go to the cause. Besides the American Heart Association, Zumba has raised money for breast cancer, Augie's Quest (ALS), and stopping world hunger. I have a grandparent who died of a heart attack, and another who had a severe stroke. It's a cause close to my heart (excuse the pun) and one I have a personal investment in since it obviously runs in my family. I guess I really liked the idea that part of what I was spending on these was going to help stop heart disease. Obviously it's not going to help either one of my grandparents who have both passed on, but maybe it will help -someone's- grandparent. So, for the sake of the cause, I was willing to set aside my reservations and be noticeable. From time to time anyway, and admittedly, it wasn't a particularly long period of time. My intentions really were good, but I was still largely uncomfortable in my own cargoes back then. Looking back on it now, I can't help but think that the red pants were a power play by the inner, more colorful, me. An attempt to wrest control of the wardrobe away from that camouflaged and muted me who was clearly running the show back then; it -almost- worked. When my birthday rolled around that summer, I bought myself another pair of black pants. I was buying a new pair of shoes already so I asked myself: "What goes great with new shoes?" New pants! Happy birthday to me.
So what puts me in a red mood? I can't tell you exactly because even I'm not completely sure. It's just a feeling deep inside that makes me go, "Ooh, I'm wearing the red pair tonight!". That particular Monday was a dragging, dreary day, so maybe the day needed some brightening up. The previous Monday, I'd worn my favorite black pair, so maybe it was wanting something other than black. Getting back into these pants was one of my weight loss goals, so maybe it was pride. I've never met another person who owns this particular pair of pants, so maybe I felt like being unique. Just because Zumba has moved on from Party Hearty to Party In Pink doesn't mean we just forget the cause, so maybe I felt like representing something. It could be any one of those, all of those, or something else entirely. That colorful me finally achieved the hostile takeover and I feel pretty good about that proverbial blinking sign these days, that one that says, "Look here!". As I said, it's just a feeling, but perhaps you know what I'm talking about.
And now for something completely different!
Question: Doesn't just about everyone have at least one piece of clothing in their closet that they put on when they want to feel strong and stand out? Even if it's just something small, like socks, or a scarf, or some piece of jewelry? If not, maybe it's time.