I’m dead serious. This weekend some channel was showing Mary Poppins and while I did work for the FT job and some for the PT jobs – I decided to act like a 12 year old – and put on Mary Poppins. My kids were not even in the room. Good times.
You can bet your ass I was singing along. ♪ Just a spoonful of sugar helps the medicine go down, the medicine go down… ♪
The best part though? The whole entire show is full of clever – and true – little sayings. Have any of you ever noticed that? I mean every other scene has a lesson in it. As a kid – I never noticed that. As an adult – while the movie played in the background – it was all I could hear.
The one that really caught me was when the two kids have to take their medicine so they won’t catch a cold because they got their feet wet. They whine about wanting to take it until they realize Mary Poppins made the medicine taste orgasmic. (Um no – the word “orgasmic” isn’t in the movie) And then of course – being kids – they then beg and want more.
And Mary Poppins says, “Hush. Nonsense. Enough is as good as a feast.”
Really – you don’t say? Think about that. I mean how true is that? ENOUGH is as good as a feast.
No idea why that particular saying caught me but for days it has stuck with me. Maybe I’m just in love with Mary Poppins and her accent and that carpet bag she carries that hold all the world’s treasures in it. And yes – in case you’re wondering….right after Mary Poppins – The Sound of Music came on.
It was an all day love fest. ♪ Doe, a deer, a female deer. Ray – a drop of golden sun….♪
Lastly today I would like to say the next few days are going to be H-A-R-D for me. As in physically and mentally difficult. I’m a person with a lot of self-doubt and a low self-esteem to begin with and I rely heavily on clothes and shoes and hair and “stuff” – and MAKE-UP to make me feel like me.
On the weekends it is true I literally don’t get out of PJs, don’t comb my hair and don’t put on makeup but M-F – it is who I am professionally.
Except for the next 3 days.
I am not allowed to wear makeup until Saturday. In case you haven’t noticed – this is Tuesday. I want to wear a bag over my head. I saw some people in the kitchen. I pretended to stare at the vending machine. I didn’t look anyone in the eye.
This is hard folks. I feel ugly. Not okay. Like people are going to run screaming.
And yes – I work with plenty of women who don’t wear makeup to work and I love that and respect that but that’s normal to them. This is not normal to me. It’d be like asking those women to suddenly wear makeup. And I don’t wear a lot but it’s enough to feel better about me.
So did I mention this is hard?
I told Rambo a million times – I don’t know if I can do this. Do you understand how this is going to look?
He looked straight at me in a serious tone and said, “They are going to see YOU. And there is nothing wrong with that.” Um. I beg to differ.
This from the man who still mauls me every weekend in my PJs, lion hair and non-made-up face. I could be Smurfette and still he'd say I was gorgeous because he has a penis and he can only see boobs and a vagina.
It sounds dumb – but could you do it? Could you go to your professional place of business with top executives where you are respected and known for looking a certain way – and look the opposite? How would it make you feel? Would you act different? Want to hide?
Part of me wants to walk around like a Queen. Like I want to fool myself and others into believing nothing is different.
So far though – I seem to only be able to imagine people running from me, screaming in horror. I've put a whole new spin on the definition of "shallow".
Should be a fun few days huh?