I have been pretty much wallowing in anger and self pity for the last week. I've posted some angry messages. I wonder if others have suddenly had a moment come over them and suddenly you say, "this isn't getting me anywhere"?
I was riding in my car, coming home in the rain, from a library trustee meeting (that's almost a country song). Anyway, one of my favorite Texas country singers came on the radio. They don't play much of Pat Green's music here in Iowa. Suddenly I just had this feeling that I needed to change my attitude and I needed to "put on my Texas." If you haven't lived in Texas, then the next closest thing might be that you need to "put on your big girl panties and deal with it." Its kind of an attitude that "we may be at the Alamo but we are going to go down fighting." My husband has always admired my toughness and says it is my Kansas pioneer stock genes. Whatever it is, I don't want to feel like a victim any longer.
I know pink is the color for breast cancer but that doesn't really suit me. I have worked and succeeded in a man's world, calling on the oil companies. I wore red because it made me feel powerful and sent them a visual signal that I intended to be taken seriously. So, I'm going to wear more red because I need that feeling of power it gave me to walk into a meeting with a Fortune 500 company. Hey, I discovered I have a form of heart disease this year also so I'll add a few more red tops to my closet, being sure to find ones that open down the front for the "fun" that awaits me in the coming treatment. - Kay