When I was in kindergarten, my mom made me up as a Gypsy. It's an incredibly vivid memory for me, for whatever reason.
I remember crying as I walked in as everyone turned to look at my costume. It drew so much attention to me, and I was overwhelmed. I hid behind a metal flip chart thing that we used to count and go over our A, B, Cs. My mom and Mrs. Meadows tried to comfort me, and I remember not being able to articulate how I felt.
The feeling in the pit of my stomach is as real then as it is today. I remember the feeling because it's a feeling I have experienced my whole life. Sure, I am crazy and goofy, and sometimes, people find it entertaining. However, it's not something that comes easy to me. I've always had to work at being outgoing, because, playing alone was only so much fun. Believe me, I tried it. You couldn't be a Harlem Globetrotter and do all the tricks. Some of the tricks involved others and it just couldn't be done without the help of another human being. Perhaps someday, when droids are more of a reality, I won't need others, but until then, the development of business and social networks of influence necessitates human interfacing.
Even to this very day, I remember how incredible a job my mom did in making me look like the best dang gypsy you ever did see! We didn't have much, but she sure knew how to throw a gypsy costume together, and for some reason, I remember the amazing job she did on my eye make-up. No one made fun of me, or pointed at me, in fact, they all saw me walk in and I remember seeing a little bit of envy, but, the pressure of having all eyes on me was just too much to take in.
Now, I am an extremely confident woman, despite the nerves that always seem to find their way to the pit of my gut when having to be in front of people, or making a comment, or joke that brings people in. I am always looking to lengthen my stride and push myself. This year, I have decided to get more into the "spirit" of Halloween and having gone through a myriad of ideas, that if I can follow through on any of them, is sure to create quite a spectacle and raise a few eyebrows.
So mom, if you're out there and happen to read this post, though I may not achieve the greatness you so excellently did in 1985, I am going to do my best to create something authentically me and not mass produced, but something home-made.
jf
I remember crying as I walked in as everyone turned to look at my costume. It drew so much attention to me, and I was overwhelmed. I hid behind a metal flip chart thing that we used to count and go over our A, B, Cs. My mom and Mrs. Meadows tried to comfort me, and I remember not being able to articulate how I felt.
The feeling in the pit of my stomach is as real then as it is today. I remember the feeling because it's a feeling I have experienced my whole life. Sure, I am crazy and goofy, and sometimes, people find it entertaining. However, it's not something that comes easy to me. I've always had to work at being outgoing, because, playing alone was only so much fun. Believe me, I tried it. You couldn't be a Harlem Globetrotter and do all the tricks. Some of the tricks involved others and it just couldn't be done without the help of another human being. Perhaps someday, when droids are more of a reality, I won't need others, but until then, the development of business and social networks of influence necessitates human interfacing.
Even to this very day, I remember how incredible a job my mom did in making me look like the best dang gypsy you ever did see! We didn't have much, but she sure knew how to throw a gypsy costume together, and for some reason, I remember the amazing job she did on my eye make-up. No one made fun of me, or pointed at me, in fact, they all saw me walk in and I remember seeing a little bit of envy, but, the pressure of having all eyes on me was just too much to take in.
Now, I am an extremely confident woman, despite the nerves that always seem to find their way to the pit of my gut when having to be in front of people, or making a comment, or joke that brings people in. I am always looking to lengthen my stride and push myself. This year, I have decided to get more into the "spirit" of Halloween and having gone through a myriad of ideas, that if I can follow through on any of them, is sure to create quite a spectacle and raise a few eyebrows.
So mom, if you're out there and happen to read this post, though I may not achieve the greatness you so excellently did in 1985, I am going to do my best to create something authentically me and not mass produced, but something home-made.
jf