Reader, it’s late so I’ll keep this short. But tonight I want to speak out in favor of small rebellions. I’m talking about the little things we do to push back against the “shoulds,” the humble gestures that stake a claim for ourselves in a big, busy world.
For me, small rebellions have come in the form of declaring Make-Your-Own-Sandwich Night for dinner, soaking in the bath at two in the afternoon, and even doing my own laundry first (perish the thought!). Oh yeah, and sometimes I have blue streaks put in my hair.
Tonight’s small rebellion was to read Space, In Chains by Laura Kasischke (Ka-ZISS-kee) in the ballet studio waiting room, instead of reading How to Hug A Porcupine: Negotiating the Prickly Points of the Tween Years. And, O, Reader, I was rewarded! I only made it through the first section, but I am head over heels for this book. This poet’s got some moves — I promise to write more about it soon.
Probably will have plenty to write about the prickly points of the tween years soon, too.
But for now I’m going to perform one more small rebellion that can be summarized in two words: Butter. Pecan.
Good night, and may all your small rebellions reward you.