Roots

I've always believed that we are products of our environments. This idea was driven home hardcore on Christmas day. Throughout college I was often teased by my 'friends' about how long it took me to leave my room. That inner drive to make sure my coat, shoes, purse and accessories were all in harmony often caused me to take more time getting ready than my companions. It was a constant source of resentment and angst between us. I was frustrated of their lack of understanding and they were frustrated with the 20 minute wait before we could go anywhere.
Christmas day helped me realize that my inner voice has an outer personification. My sister and I were getting ready for our Christmas company when Chicken innocently asks my mom if we are suppose to use the brand new table cloth she bought especially for Christmas, or the other green one we had been using. She istructs us that the new table cloth is an olive green that doesn't match the Christmas cookies she decorated and so obviously the original green is the one we'll use. Next year she'll bake cookies with an olive c0lored undertone. Is it any wonder that even my emotional baggage is color coordinating. Yes its true...I am my mother's daughter...she is obviously the voice in my head..
It made me laugh....hope it makes you smile too!