The Changing Hats

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