The Changing Hats
Each
day I wake in the morning
And
sit and ponder and pray
Then
I get out my box of hats
And
choose the ones that I need for the day
My
life consists of many hats
My
box is full to the brim
Some
hats I wear over and over
Some
are ragged, worn and thin
Some
of my hats have come and gone
When
I needed them, they were there
Some
came at different seasons and times
Some
I have given away and shared
When
I reflect back on the hats I have worn
Discarding
some, have brought pain and tears
Telling
myself that a hat does not define me
Even
when I have worn it for so many years
As
I look to the future of the new hats I will wear
I get
excited and can’t wait to see
The
changes in my life as I clean out my box, and
The
new hats that will be given to me
The
old ones have helped create the woman I am
They
continue to help me to grow
But
just one hat does not define who I am
And
when that season is over I have to let go
Letting
go does not mean I have to forget
I can
take that knowledge and share
And
sometimes It’s even ok to take them all off
Take
a deep breath, relax and let down my hair.
KT
03/20/18
