I was at work the other day, contemplating yet again how much I’d like a nose ring (or more like a nose stud…a cute little nose DIAMOND), when I decided to just take the leap. I promptly typed out an email to my boss to inquire if a nose ring is permitted (I work somewhere a bit conservative). While waiting for a response, I discussed my inquiry with friends and coworkers…and friends who are coworkers. The response was quite interesting.
The predominate response was “better to ask for forgiveness than to ask for permission.” Ah, so beautiful in its inception, but the few times I’ve tried this approach in my life, it hasn’t worked for me. #1 I didn’t want to go through the pain of a piercing and having a hole in my face, only to learn I had to remove it. #2 If I got the nose ring and the response was, NO. I’d be bitter and angry. If I ask permission and get turned down, I’m just disappointed. I like the latter option.
The response came a day later and was more of a yellow light than a green. I am getting the nose ring, and I’ll be uber-responsible with it when fulfilling my professional duties. I have to get the nose ring really, because it’s going to save my soul. Huh? Ya, let me back track a bit…
The other response I received when I notified friends that I wanted a nose ring was, “Are you going through a mid-life crisis?” Hmm. Gosh maybe… I don’t know… Let me roll that around in my brain a few hundred times like my precious, as only I can do, and I’ll get back to you. So I took my precious home this weekend and contemplated whether I was having a mid-life crisis.
I’M NOT. Not only am I not, I think it’s highly unlikely I ever will. (I MIGHT eventually have a nervous breakdown, but that’s distinctly different in my book) The nose ring, friends, is what we call a CONTROLLED BURN. You see…I like to live. I like to live out loud. I like to have fun. I’m creative. I’m social. I’m what you call- an extrovert. I play with and in my surroundings. When I start taking myself too seriously, or I get stressed, I get a bit impulsive and wild. Being Angie, I research and prepare whatever impulsive thing I want to do half-to-death, and then, feeling safe and confident that I covered my bases, I jump…and I hope for the best. This is a controlled burn. I do small to moderately sized fun, impulsive things to express myself, so I don’t burn out.
You see, everyday at work, I pretend to be an introvert. On the walk from my car to the office, I put on my introvert hat and coat, like Clark Kent, and give myself the “you can do it” pep talk. I stay quiet and I stay to myself, as much as I can. At the end of the day, on my walk back out to my car, I take a deep breath, and I’m me again! But 40 hours a week of practiced introverting is HARD on an extrovert. HHHHAAAARRRRDDD. And so, yes a controlled burn, like a nose ring, is necessary so I don’t go nuts. I have to express myself.
And frankly, if things like a sky diving, swimming with sharks, and a nose ring keeps me from ditching my amazing husband in ten years to replace him with someone who looks and acts exactly like him when we first started dating, I think I’ll risk being Flat Stanley, bait, and fodder. It’s gon’ be a-ight. It makes my soul feel all warm and fuzzy. Plus, I think the nose ring is hot.
I encourage everyone, extrovert or not, to practice controlled burns. Because only you can prevent forest fires.
Alright, I have some business to report. I’ve been SICK. So, I lost weight, but I can’t really take any credit it for it. Thank you random illness. I need to get back on track with my water. I have been working out. In fact, I P90X’d tonight. I love it! But that dude can go screw himself with that dreidel business. Getting me on the floor at the end of workout…IS THE END OF THE WORKOUT.