I Want to be a Sparkly Turquoise Scrunchy

turquoise-scrunchy

It sat there for six days.

I couldn’t bring myself to put it away.

In my typical state of doing too many things at once, while talking to Will, brushing my teeth and straightening the bathroom, I almost tossed it in the cupboard.

But I stopped myself.

I had grown to like the look of it.

Really.

I’m okay.

I swear.

__________

I liked its simpleness.

I liked its sparkles.

I liked that it barely left a slight shadow.

I liked how it stood out amongst the things it sat beside.

I liked how it waited patiently until it was pressed into service.

I liked that it didn’t have an identity crisis, and knew completely and without a doubt what it was expected to do.  It might be worn on a tiny wrist or twisted into a doll’s hair, but it had a single, primary function that it performed better than most anything else.

It didn’t care that it was no longer in style.

It didn’t care that it wasn’t used very often.

It levitated happily, in its place, letting its shiny threads brighten our day.

Oh… to be a Sparkly Turquoise Scrunchy.

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15 comments

  1. You are a sparkly Jesse, and we treasure you!

  2. Donna,

    Thanks! And so are you. Turns out we all are, but sometimes we forget. ;)

  3. Oops, Jesse. Donna beat me to it…

  4. I just love this. It must be nice to be certain and simple and all set.

  5. Hi Mom!

    Sorry about that, but you’ve known how sparkly she was for a looooooooooooong time!

    I really appreciate her and this loving community she built because she didn’t accept the status quo.

    Happy Holidays to all!

  6. Allison,

    I’m starting to think that I could be like that more often, if I’d just get out of my own way.

  7. Donna,

    There you go being a bright spot again. ;)

  8. Can I be a pink one? ;)

  9. Great, just put me next to you and we can chat while waiting on the opportunity for use. I am sure we could come up with a way to make the world N free and still have politicians, stock brokers, and movies. ;)

  10. Z,

    … and sports stars!

    I love your sense of humor. ;)

  11. Hi Zaira…

    If we want a world that is N free, do we really need politicians, stock brokers, movies, sports stars or any other celebrity?

    Lets create a world where everyone wins…except Ns.

    :)

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