I've been second-guessing myself too much lately. Worried about spending time with Nick's family next week. Worried that my husband won't like my dreads when he graduates from boot camp later this month. Worried that I won't be taken seriously. Worried that my mother in law is going to have a shit fit. But today... Something happened.
I met a fellow dready/drifter today. Stopped in at a smoke shop to put up some flyers, and he was standing by the front door, with a dog, a guitar, and a tam he was trying to sell. We struck up a conversation, and he complimented my dreads, reminiscing about the days when his babies were still loopy and wild. We talked about our journeys, compared stories, talked about hitting the road with nothing but the clothes on your back. I ended up spending three and a half hours on what was supposed to be a quick trip. I treated him to lunch, bought his tam, and bought him a small bag of dog food, and we went our separate ways. Even though he didn't have much, he was happy. He loved living without the constraints of society. He was the single most relaxed person I've ever met in such circumstances.
And it reminded me; there's no reason to stress myself out. In the long run, I'm going to do whatever makes me happy, so why worry about what people will think?
updated by @allornothing: 01/13/15 09:23:25PM
