She wore so many different hats. With each hat came a new face. The transformation was amazing. She knew just what to do when wearing each hat. With the pink and purple hat came a kind, nurturing face – just what her children ordered. With the black hat came a no-nonsense approach, just what she needed when chores needed to be done. With the orange hat came a creative problem solver, just what she needed throughout her workday. With the blue hat came a calm demeanor, one that could read a room a mile away, shape shifting into just what was needed. These hats were magical, and she was thankful for them.
But one day, she found herself getting confused. She put on the orange hat when she meant to wear the pink and purple. With that, disaster came in the form of disoriented children. The next day she wore the pink and purple hat instead of the orange. With that, disaster came in the form of problems left unsolved. Finally, she wore the black hat when she meant to wear the blue. With that, disaster came in the form of chaos exploding into more chaos.
That night, as she went to bed defeated, she realized something. She realized that the hats were causing her to live her life in pieces, fragmented and broken. What if instead she were to bring all of herself to all of the places and all of the people? Maybe sometimes her nurturing side would be off-putting to some. Maybe sometimes her persistence in creative problem solving would irk another. But maybe, just maybe, some of those who only knew her nurturing side would find beauty in her creativity. And maybe those who only knew her no-nonsense approach would find her calm spirit refreshing. Maybe, just maybe, if she embraced all of herself, something beautiful would happen. And if nothing else, maybe she could be free.