a farmer and his prized cow

A farmer and his prized, blue ribbon dairy cow.

This weekend we were supposed to be dressed as A Country Song. But when we tried on our “costumes,” I looked more like I was just going to a country concert. And Adam looked like a farmer. It was far from obvious that we were actually dressed up.

So we called an audible. We changed our costumes at the final hour. The old me would have had a hard time getting creative when we were already running late. I would have freaked that the original plan wasn’t “perfect.” Why hadn’t we tried on the costumes ahead of time? And I certainly wouldn’t have gone as a cow. I would have made even the idea of dressing up as a cow mean something negative about how my body looked.

But instead, I wore a crop top as a cow - a prized cow - and owned it. I tied Adam’s bow tie as my blue ribbon (thanks for showing me how Aunt Paula) and got to wear leggings to boot. I was comfy and cute, and also a cow.

So as we gear up for the actual Halloween and the holidays and the end of this year, can we let go of the idea that things have to be perfect? Can call ourselves out when we’re making it (whatever it is.. like dressing up as a cow) mean something negative about us? Can we be okay with things changing at the last minute? And can we have fun in each moment and just embrace who we are and what we’re doing?

Give me a 🐮🐮🐮 if you’re with me!