A Hat to Wear Proudly

Following is an excerpt from a current work in progress, Embracing 60.

A Hat to Wear Proudly

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Last night I stepped into the closet to retrieve a birthday present I’d stashed on a shelf and spied my embellished ball cap hanging on the wall. It’s a hat I’ve only worn once, yet I keep it hanging there to remind me of a lesson learned later in life.

Hand painted letters proclaim a truth it took me a long time to learn. ‘I’m the quiet one and proud of it.’

The ‘quiet one’ part of the statement isn’t what I’d learned. I’ve always known that. It’s the being proud part that has been a recent revelation.

I learned to accept and be proud of that aspect of myself about five years ago, which puts the lesson closer to the age of 55, and not 60. Yet, while the title of this book is Embracing 60, it’s really about embracing any age we are and being grateful for our deepening wisdom and maturity – whether that wisdom comes to us at 60 or 55, at 80 or at 30. Any day we can wake up a little wiser than we were the day before is a good day, and should be celebrated.

Back a few years ago, just prior to my decorating the ball cap, my better half and I were working on a special project. It involved getting together with two other friends most Sundays for about two months.

One of the friends — or should I say ‘friends-at-that-time’, as we’re no longer on speaking terms – was a challenge to spend a lot of time with. The common saying about friends coming into your life for a reason, a season, or a lifetime is very true. This particular friend was one of the friends for a reason – to teach a lesson. But, that lesson is an entirely different and lengthy story.

This lady, who I won’t name for obvious reasons, tended to dominate conversations. She was very verbose, a bit (a lot) on the pushy side, and…loud. I’m…not as loud. I’m usually fairly quiet in a group, and the larger the group gets, the quieter I get.

This one Sunday afternoon, we’d been out together for several hours. I kept trying to speak up about my opinions on an issue and kept getting cut off. Later I’d try again to interject my views and would get cut off again. Again. And again. And again. I finally reached a point where I was fuming. But at that point, I’m afraid to say anything, because I fear if I start to speak up, the pressure valve will go off and I’ll explode instead of calming stating my frustration and anger. So, in an effort to prevent an explosive moment, I walked outside.

Nancy, our other friend who is another mellow and soft spoken lady, joined me outside. “What are you doing out here by yourself?”

“Trying to calm down.”

“Oh. (Unnamed ladies name here)? She can be a bit dramatic at times.”

Rustling footsteps behind us announced the presence of my better half and ‘the now-ex-friend.’ I spoke up. “The dramatic doesn’t bother me. It’s repeatedly being talked over and interrupted.”

Lady X tried to placate me. “But you never speak up. You’re always the quiet one and the rest of us are so loud we just tend to take over.”

“I can be loud, too,” I protested. “Next week I’ll be the noisy one.” I spoke with steely regard. I planned on being that person too. I vowed to myself that the next week I’d be the most talkative one in the group.

On the way home I was already contemplating the hat I was going to make that week. Maybe even a t-shirt. I was going to proclaim my noisiness to the world, or at least to those at our next outing.

My brand new plans lasted until I crawled into bed and picked up the book I’d been reading. In One Man’s Love Story, Jason Hughes had a statement that spoke to me. “…it is about feeling a oneness and unity between body, mind, and soul, and perfectly accepting ourselves just the way we are.”

Ouch!

Perfectly accepting ourselves just the way we are.

I am not the noisy one. To think that I could suddenly transform myself into a verbose, boisterous woman taking control of the group and not letting them get a chance to talk is disregarding myself. It means I am not accepting myself just the way I am.

In spite of my revelation, I did proceed with my plans and made a special hat to wear the next week. When we met at our usual parking lot the next Sunday, I was sporting my newest creation. Topping my head was a black ball cap, embellished with paint and glitter. “I’m the QUIET one and PROUD of it!”

If getting older, whether the next milestone is a 60, a 70, or even a 30, means we keep learning these valuable lessons, then I’m all for it. Bring on the years!

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13 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. trishafaye
    Oct 21, 2018 @ 18:58:35

    Reblogged this on Embracing Life Tribe.

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  2. luthercline
    Oct 22, 2018 @ 10:04:12

    Good show. In the book of James, chapter one and verse nineteen it says: “But everyone must be quick to hear, slow to speakand slow to anger;” I one time went through my Bible keeping track of whatit said about talking, especially too much. I found about 23 or 24 portions that in essence said,”let your words be few”. Keep it up. LOVE YOU.dad.

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  3. Debbie Harris
    Oct 24, 2018 @ 03:39:45

    I think your last sentence summed it up perfectly Trisha, valuable lessons indeed!! #mlstl

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  4. Sue from Sizzling Towards 60 & Beyond
    Oct 25, 2018 @ 04:34:15

    What a great message Trisha and I totally agree. I think accepting who we are and then embracing life without worrying what other people think is they key.I also totally agree with your last paragraph about learning. We are never too old to learn and thank you for sharing with us at #MLSTL. Have a great week! xx

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  5. Christie Hawkes
    Oct 26, 2018 @ 11:57:17

    I’ve always been more reserved as well, Trisha. I actually love to have in-depth conversations and enjoy sharing my thoughts and opinions on a subject, but I also love the quiet times and having some thoughts that are just my own. When I was young I was shy. I’ve grown out of the shyness, but not the introversion. I used to see that as a flaw. Now I see it as just being me. In fact, I like that about myself. People come to me for calm, level-headedness. Here’s to the quiet ones.

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  6. Sheryl
    Oct 28, 2018 @ 16:52:25

    This post resonates with me. One of the best things about getting older is learning to accept ourselves as who we are.

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  7. Johanna
    Oct 29, 2018 @ 04:19:27

    What a heartwarming blog post Trisha and with a message that resonates with me. I’ve also been in a similar situation and come away feeling as If I’m the one who should pull herself together, and get with the programme and SPEAK UP! But I know deep down that I’m quiet, and reflective and contemplative, and I like small groups and thoughtful people who have a good sense of humour. Put me in a group of loud people with strong opinions and I wither and die. Yep, accept ourselves as we are and build on our strengths. #MLSTL

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    • trishafaye
      Oct 31, 2018 @ 23:25:20

      I love how you put that – “Put me in a group of loud people with strong opinions and I wither and die.” Yes! Perfectly said. We’ll stay strong together in our quietness.

      Reply

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