hairy new year’s eve

it’s unusually quiet right now.  i feel compelled to write something to commemorate the end of another year.  and yeah, another decade too.  but i am not really feeling like listing all my accomplishments/tragedies/journeys/etc...   i just don't want to tie it up neatly or swim thru nostalgia. it kind of just feels like another day.  and another opportunity.

so instead im going to celebrate what is happening right now.   right now i am sitting on the couch in one of my deconstructed larissa tank-tops fully embracing the underarm hair that i have been growing for months.  yes, body hair on women has been a topic of discussion with me and my now 8 year old daughter for years.  since she realized that i have hair that i shave.  we talk about how silly it is that women in our culture for the most part shave their arm pits and men don’t.  i have always told her that it is a personal preference.  shave if you want to, don't if you don't.  i normally shave.  especially during the summer.  but then on one ordinary day this year, i had mentioned to my daughter that i needed to take a shower and shave my arm pits. just a normal kind of what i need to do today kind of comment.  and she said, “mom, don't shave. i think you should grow it out.”   so i did.  and im pretty happy.