Master of all
March 20, 2010
I don’t specialize in one thing. I don’t want to. I lean more towards master of none rather than master of one. Both figures of speech are ill-fitted in the hip and shoulder area. I’m looking for attire that better suits me. Preferably with lace and zebra stripes.
How about Master of All?
Sounds powerful. Sounds like a challenge.
Dream big, and more importantly, do big. Right?
Moving on to March 20th. Today is the first day of spring. It feels fresh – full of kites, cheap beer, burnt hot dogs, and rosy new sunburn. Yearly aspirations should start today rather than the bleak of winter, January 1st.
I am 27 today. Rather than listing the things I want to do this year, I’d rather list the hats I want to wear. It’s open-ended. Direct paths prohibited. Figure it out as you go but just get there.
The Different Hats of The 27-Year-Old Kira:
1. Bee Charmer – It’s been my vision ever since I watched Fried Green Tomatoes.
2. Vixen – I received my first astrology reading from my new friend, Ophira of the Astrotwins. Without revealing details, I apparently have an inner-stripper that is clawing to be unleashed. Hmm…
3. Zebra Philanthropist - Striped cocktail event in the works for May! Hyenas prohibited. Cheetahs will be given case-by-case consideration.
***I assure you that I am picky with my bonnet and beret collection. To prove it, I will share another list.
Beanies Kira Will Not Wear This 27th Year:
1. Troll Collector – Been there, done that.
2. Fire Eater – Maybe next year?
3. Mayonnaise Enthusiast
If you feel inspired on this lovely spring day, please share some of your new seasonal hats.
“A human being should be able to change a diaper, plan an invasion, butcher a hog, conn a ship, design a building, write a sonnet, balance accounts, build a wall, set a bone, comfort the dying, take orders, give orders, cooperate, act alone, solve equations, analyze a new problem, pitch manure, program a computer, cook a tasty meal, fight efficiently, die gallantly, specialization is for insects.” – Robert A. Heinlein, Time Enough for Love
