by Jackie King
In
Julia Cameron’s book AN ARTIST’S WAY, she speaks of feeding your inner child.
My problem is, I’m so busy taking care of my old-girl self, that there’s little
time left for outings with some kid that lurks in my psyche. However, yesterday
I had to return a purchase to the mall, and after struggling through the wildly
blowing Tulsa wind into the sweetly scented department store, I decided that
both me and my inner-child deserved a treat. (I’m super good at rationalization.)
I picked up a shirt when this inner-brat spoke up, “Why don’t you get something different? I’m sick of beige.”
Am I developing a split personality?
Somewhat
unnerved, I put back the top and wandered on through the store. Maybe Inner-Child
would prefer a nice navy blue? I strolled from sportswear into blouses and stepped
within arm’s length of a dressy print top in shades of orange, yellow and brown.
The effect was a bit like viewing an abstract painting and I made the mistake
of pausing a minute.
That one, Brat said.
My
civilized (beleaguered?) self, smiled and spoke in a (silent) faux-calm voice
said, “Okay, we’ll try it on, but will make us look fat.” I looped the blouse
over my arm and moved on. Four racks over I spotted a splashy flowered print. I
reacted with one word:
“Yuck.”
“Try on that one,
too,” Brat said.
And I thought my child rearing days were
over!
Grown-up-lady
rolled her eyes. If anything would make us look ridiculous (an important fear
to me, but Brat didn’t seem to care) this garment would. But the jacket was unlined,
cotton and sported three-quarter sleeves. Very comfortable for summer, and we
mature ladies love our comfort. What the heck, might as well try that one on
too.
The
two of us, brat and woman-of-a-certain age, (not sure who was leading whom),
found a dressing room and tried on both items. SHOCKEROO: My older self decided
to buy both! Grown up self loved the blouse; Brat insisted on the blazing
blazer.
Feeling
more than a little daring, I headed toward hats. I was getting into this. If
child and grownup joined forces, what might happen next?
You guessed it! I now have a
dozen! Perhaps my Inner Child morphed into an Inner Wild-Child?
