Sunday Secret

For the better part of my life I’ve taken on the inaccurate  moniker of Change Hater.  I don’t even know why I did this, considering the amount of sudden avalanche change I’ve dealt with.  I think, along the bumpy glorious road of my life, I’ve tended to attract a person here or there that required me to be who THEY wanted or needed me to be in order for the partnership or friendship to progress further.

These people have been few and far between but since I have a Doctorate in People Pleasing I have ALWAYS been happy to oblige and morph myself into whatever version of THEIR version of me made sense in the formula that equaled THEIR happiness.

But as I’ve researched my innards and taken my flashlight down into my own basement and I’ve stood up TALL on the roof of my own church, I see quite clearly that I am no Change Hater at all.

Why just the other decade I used to loathe Sunflowers, with their creepy scary faces, and now I love them, the way they crouch down next to me and whisper crafty ideas into my noggin when I am sitting at the computer and as I gaze into their gigantic alien eyes I wonder why I spend one moment of buying into what the label makers think of me but then I remember that if it weren’t for them I would never have the chance to be so vigilant and loyal to myself, as I picture an overflowing-with-confidence person to be.

Yours In Being Us,
Hilda Who the Hell Cares

8 Comments on "Sunday Secret"

  1. The Zadge says:

    Hilda, anyone who has has fresh cut flowers in her house every week is a friend of mine. Even the big alien-eyed ones.

  2. PJ says:

    Wonderful post, Cupcake. I’ve been thinking about this post all morning.

  3. buggy says:

    Sunflowers are the “perfect pair of jeans” of the flower world. No pretense but look so good.

  4. MidLyfeMama says:

    Isn’t it funny how people manage to perceive others so incorrectly. I love sun flowers. But I don’t like the thorny sort of husk they come with on their stems. I think they might be related to the eggplant.

  5. I could have written this……just no where near as well…..LOVE the way you said it all.
    yes, yes, yes. to hell with all those people who need so much.

  6. Dear Hilda,

    Sometimes I wonder why people don’t buy carnations anymore. Because if you smash them together really tight in an expensive vase they look a lot like peonies.

    I also wonder why that girl I was friends with five years ago didn’t think it was hysterical when I got drunk and left a big turd on her porch. It wasn’t like I squatted down and pushed the thing out of my own bunghole. It was from her neighbors yard.

    Anyway, I found another friend who has a better sense of humor.


  7. I know it sounds corny, but they are like miniature suns in a vase, just smiling. I like the thought of that.

  8. Darling Cupcake, imagine that I’m draped across a piano singing ‘I love you just the way you are…’