"After the first blush of sin, comes indifference.” - Henry David Thoreau
I wanted to share with my readers an article of mine that was published today.
Unpious is a site that really helped me get to where I am today, so it is surreal to see my writing on it.
Read it Here
Monday, December 10, 2012
“We, all who live, have a life that is lived and another life that is thought, and the only life we have it's the one that is divided in right or wrong.”
― Fernando Pessoa
I have been staring at my computer screen for the last hour. I have two pictures open side by side. On the right side I have an image of me in a wig, minimal makeup with a long skirt and a cream knit sweater
On the left side I have an image of me with my hair slowly falling to the side of my face, dark eye-shadow, red lips and wearing a pair of jeans and the same knit cream sweater.
On the right image I was at the park with a friend and the kids.
On the left image I was at a bar with a friend and her friends.
And I am crying.
Both pictures are of me. I am wearing the same sweater, the same shoes. I have a hint of a smile in both, and the same sparkle in my eyes. They both are so similar but represent such vastly different elements.
On the right I have the Chanukah party that I was at last night.We sat around the table. We laughed over silly family jokes, we watched the next generation having fun, and we giggled as the men lost their money in kvitlach. I laughed along with them, I watched and even participated in the next generation’s fun, and I counted the money that my husband won in kvitlach.
But on the left, I have the Chanukah party I was at last night.I sat down at the table and my non conforming dress choice elicited stares. I heard the dvar torahs about the miracle of Chanukah and it made me cringe inside. I participated with the next generations fun because they were the only ones that still have a bit of unbridled sparkle in their eyes. And as I left I was treated to a unsolicited whispered rebuke from a worried aunt about the length of my skirt.
And that is why I am crying.
I am crying because I can clearly see that both images are the same me. They represent two such integral parts of who I am. But all attendees at that party are blind to that. They can laugh with, share with, and accept the one on the Right. But if they knew of the existence of the one on the Left everything would change.They can never accept that I am just as much the person on the Left as I am the person on the Right. In fact they will need to create a story for how Right got contaminated into Left just so their world stays right side up.
I am crying because I realize that the people who I truly love will never be able to accept me for who I truly am. I wonder if perhaps all the see is the conformity. Will they still recognize everything they love about me if I was to combine Left and Right and live as just one Me?
As I am wiping my tears I am comforting by the hint of the smile on both images.
I shall be Happy.