I ordered two boxes of glistening plastic tiaras in various colors from a party supply store for Sophie's Run this year. Some are even trimmed with pastel-colored fur. I figure people regularly run marathons in sequined dresses, so why not? Erik's Auntie Dee-Ta and I would don tiaras on any given day, anyway, (if you someone dragging a trash can to the curb wearing a bathrobe, fuzzy slippers, and a crown, it's me). However, we thought they would be fun to wear atop our heads in honor of Sophie's birthday. It feels slightly strange feeling so goofy this year, but, quite honestly, I felt it coming on at last year's 5K. I must admit that I suspect that the combination of aging and Erik's diagnosis has made me much goofier than I ever was before. I daresay I am nearing the pathologically goofy category. With everything that is going on in my life right now, I simply have no time for meanness, long lines, feeling insecure, or taking crap from people who think they know everything anymore. I just don't feel like letting the little stuff break my mending heart wide open all over again. I have worked too hard to feel this good, and life is too short.
I elect instead to spend the energy doing something else.
I'll be doing it wearing a jeweled headpiece, of course.