Coat of Visibility
I have started studying for the state medical board massage licensure exam this week. A massage therapist in my meditation class gave me an extra copy of a review book he has. I have been going over that and my anatomy/physiology textbook. My goal is to study a minimum of an hour a day from now until the boards, on December 7. My friend tells me that if I memorize the review book, I will do well on the exam.
It's cool enough today for me to wear my sexy bad-ass black leather jacket, also known as the "coat of visibility". It is impossible for me to be invisible while wearing this jacket. As I walked onto the bus this morning, I noticed that almost every eye was turned toward me. Once I settled into my seat and began studying my A&P notes, I noticed the man in the seat across the isle from me was staring at me openly. I must be making some progress in my goal of becoming an inwardly sexy being (i.e., someone who thinks she is sexy), because my first thought was not "he must be laughing/snearing at me; what's wrong with me", but "he thinks I'm hot." Then I remembered I was wearing the leather jacket. This jacket has been so good for me over the years. It's a strong bad-ass shield when I'm angry or feel pitiable, but it draws attention to me so that I can't retreat into the comfort of invisibility. It supports me in the transition into inward sexiness at those times (like this morning) when I just might be ready to feel visible and non-ugly.
It's cool enough today for me to wear my sexy bad-ass black leather jacket, also known as the "coat of visibility". It is impossible for me to be invisible while wearing this jacket. As I walked onto the bus this morning, I noticed that almost every eye was turned toward me. Once I settled into my seat and began studying my A&P notes, I noticed the man in the seat across the isle from me was staring at me openly. I must be making some progress in my goal of becoming an inwardly sexy being (i.e., someone who thinks she is sexy), because my first thought was not "he must be laughing/snearing at me; what's wrong with me", but "he thinks I'm hot." Then I remembered I was wearing the leather jacket. This jacket has been so good for me over the years. It's a strong bad-ass shield when I'm angry or feel pitiable, but it draws attention to me so that I can't retreat into the comfort of invisibility. It supports me in the transition into inward sexiness at those times (like this morning) when I just might be ready to feel visible and non-ugly.