The Mad Hatter

It seems I’ve fallen in love with hats. I’ve purchased several over the last few months. Big ones, small ones, straw ones, leather ones and even a couple of tams. Anything that catches my eye and pulls at my inner Diva. I find myself trying them on and standing in the mirror admiring my curly tendrils sprouting from beneath. I often smile inwardly because I love them all and most were purchased because they made me feel a bit of nostalgia. My lavender tam always summons memories of my beautiful Grandmother, Carrie. She had an array of tams in several colors that crowned her head and made her look regal. My chocolate Kangol instantly conjures images of my father and his undeniable swag.  And my floppy brim, I purchased to pay homage to my beloved Zora Neal Hurtson. I feel feisty when I put it on and inspired to write something saucy and revolutionary.

I’ve been wearing hats all my life….figuratively that is. I use to complain about being overwhelmed and weighed down by the responsibility of being so many things to so many people. By all intents and purposes, I am the heroic version of “The Mad Hatter” and I often feel like I am lost in WOnderLaNd.  I am a daughter to one, sister to two, Auntie to one and friend to many. I am an entrepreneur, an educator, an author, an event planner, a blogger, a public speaker and a Best Life influencer. I am all these things and more….much more. As much as I want to amp up the harp strings and cue the sad music, I won’t. I am beginning to fancy a new hat to compliment my new Life.  It’s a church going hat with a neat little bow to the side. When I slip it on I instantly think about the goodness of God and all that He has blessed me with. I smile to myself in spite of  my woes because I know, “To whom much is given, much is required.”  God has plans for me, Top Hat plans.