
From time to time it
may seem frustrating when I mention the place from where I needed to escape.
While I intend to be cryptic, it isn’t because I want to have a secret; it’s
because I don’t want to spend time on *that* place one second more. I bought a
plaque that reads, “If better is possible, good is not enough”. I credit that
as my final breaking point, the moment I uprooted my life and planted those
seeds I had been keeping in my little black bag for too long. And here I am;
and life is good- goth good!

- Laugh at the ridiculous but let it bring you joy too. I teach a vampire course (literature & film) and I get annoyed when millennials proclaim how Stephenie Meyer brought vampires back to life. Sigh. They were and are still DEAD! Again, a story for another night… but I have read the books and seen the movies and when I found the deodorant, I laughed so hard that I bought it.
- Show your identity right down to the Bounty Bat Halloween napkins that you scored at an after Halloween-sale. These things are affordable simple pleasures.
- Be yourself as much as possible everywhere and around everyone. When you are who you are others notice… and sometimes others bring you specially ordered not-during-Halloween-but-your-February-birthday Georgetown Cupcakes. Sigh. I love my students.
- Stop and smell the roses. We get caught up in everyday life. We really need to enjoy what we have right now.
- And, as I mentioned in a previous post, grow your garden wherever you are! If you don’t have outdoor space, make a space inside. I love to walk in cemeteries but I can’t always go there. Instead I have two cemetery terrariums. This was in my smaller coupe version.

I love this post! And I love my mom dearly, but I wish she'd been just a little more like your parents. Then maybe I wouldn't have been scared away from being my wonderfully gothy self until I was in my 40s. Oh well, better late than never!! :-)
ReplyDeleteTo be fair, my mom did decide one back-to-school shopping trip that I wasn't allowed to buy anything black. She quickly discovered that I could make any color look a bit weird so she had to pick her battles. Of course, Dad worked the night shift, drank red liquid out of a glass (I always assumed it was tomato juice *insert weird expression*), and dressed in black. He was probably more goth than I was without even trying :D
DeleteROFL!!! Well, you obviously came by it naturally! ;-)
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