Get Your Sexy Back

I can tell you the exact days of the week that I actually get dressed to see people, in person. Even then, it’s a muted version of what it used to be. Hair is done, make up is done-ish (minus the cute lip gloss and blush because no one is going to see it under that annoying mask anyway). I slip on some jeans, saving the cute ones for a ‘different occasion (still not sure what that is), and throwing on a shirt. Picking out shoes, I look down at all my options, subconsciously I am still ‘saving’ my favorite pair of Twisted X or Ariat slides for when ‘normal’ returns. I don’t want them to be worn out by then…

Getting in my car has been just another part of this lackluster routine. Sitting in my driver’s seat, I typically finish a bunch of work calls, hop on a zoom audio or drive and listen to whatever was already turned on my radio. I go straight to the patient’s house and then back home. Of course, we run errands on the weekend, but nothing just ‘for the hell of it’ anymore.

It is true that the “C” word has brought about many wonderful changes including our ability to be more present in our lives and in the lives of our friends and family. Birthdays and holidays have become more creative and, in many ways, more meaningful. I send and receive more personalized mail; I am more grateful and excited when I do get to see people in person and when I can spend more time in my home with my family. BUT… lets be honest here, if you are anything like me, you can appreciate these changes and aim to keep some of them in your life but let’s get this show back on the damn road, shall we? Normalcy has escaped us for a year now and I want to walk into the store without carrying my cloth side kick, do my job the way it was intended, in person, and shop for no reason other than to look around and waste time!

Yesterday, I am not sure what got into me, but it was my own normal, I guess. Spring is in the air and the “C” word could kiss my ass! I put on a pair of the ‘cute jeans,’ did my hair (with product), put on a shirt I love, my favorite winter hat and got in the car to see a patient. Before I pulled out of the driveway, I hooked up my phone to Bluetooth, opened the shade on my sunroof, put on my new sunglasses (the ones with the rose-colored lenses) and pulled out of the driveway. The sun wasn’t really shining, it was cloudy, but in my car it couldn’t have been brighter. As the Pistol Annies (Hell on Heals) boomed through my little stock speakers at 70% volume capacity (yes, sorry Wayne you might have to fix those), I looked out at the road and sang my heart out. My hand found the edge of the steering wheel to be a nice drum and my left foot picked up the beat. I sang, I sunned, and I ‘got my Sexy back.’ It felt good.

I encourage you, today, to forget about the “C” word, don’t worry about normal v not- normal, get up, put on those things you have been saving for a ‘different time,’ whip out those sunglasses with your favorite song and let it all out! Dance and sing like no one’s watching. My hope though, is that someone is watching in the car next to you, you might just inspire them to cut the ties, bid COVID a giant F-YOU, and dance ANYWAY, laugh ANYWAY, bring SEXY back!