I love hats. I’m not talking about a baseball cap or a trucker hat. I do like those also, but they’re easy. Throw it on with anything and you’re out the door in no time. Nobody pays much attention, it’s just a hat. But try wearing a more substantial hat.
A cowboy hat, a big brimmed hat with a tassel or feather, or maybe even a fedora. Hats that make a statement. Hats that wear you. People take notice. I have several and love each one, but without fail, nearly every time I pull one out to wear I wimp out.
I love seeing other women walking with confidence and killing it in a cool hat. Somehow though that doesn’t translate to me personally. I can’t help thinking that everybody is looking at me, silently judging me and thinking about what a doofus I look like.
And that could totally be the case. The big question is, why the hell do I care?! I pave my own way and do what’s best for me and my family without a second thought most of the time.
But pull out a hat and the insecurities fly. Oh the silly things that cause worry. Maybe tomorrow I’ll wear a hat…or not.
