Phase 1: In pursuit of a diagnosis
Phase 2: Dealing with the diagnosis
Phase 3: Managing the diagnosis
Phase 4: Thriving with the diagnosis
Whether these phases are real or not is beyond me… but this is a nice summation of how I’ve played the game of life with the cards that I’ve been dealt these past four months.
As you might have guessed, because it’s the end of April in Dallas, the temperature is getting up there - 85+ degrees 1-2 days per week. It’s not unbearable, but definitely hot. For many, this means shorts. For me, this means a one-legged legging to cover up my stocking. As I mentioned before, I’ve tested out my prototype. My tests, thus far, however, have been in controlled environments: with family members and then with very supportive friends. I have yet to go anywhere on my own and certainly haven’t been far from home. (This isn’t NYC where you can wear anything… knowwhatimean) It wasn’t that my tests weren’t successful, it was that I hadn’t yet embraced the new style fully. There were stares, there were incredulous looks, there were whispers. I saw them and tried to forget the hushed laughter. But, at 86 degrees I wanted to wear shorts… and I needed to go out on my own.
While out and about there were three notable reactions:
“Are you wearing a one-legged legging? Wow! That’s bold… Awesome.”
“Girl, I love your style. Where can I get one of those? I’d totally buy that.”
“Oh my goodness! I thought you were wearing a cast, but that’s just your leg.”
It’s unclear if reaction #3 was positive… but let’s focus on #1 and #2. Bold and I’d buy that? Those were definitely not reactions that I could have anticipated while lying on the floor of my closet in tears trying to figure out how to get up and on with my day…
In short, my family has always said to me, “Only you could get away with wearing that color combination / outfit”... and “get away with it” I will.
GAME ON! Bring it, Summer!