The story goes that menopause makes us braver. I don’t feel overly brave, but I do think I’m gutsier.
I’m not sure of the difference between brave and gutsy.
Brave seems more serious, more challenging, more noble.
But gutsy sounds like fun.
Cliff and I recently stayed in a hotel in Surfside, Texas. Rules were posted in the hall:
The signs made me want to run and slam and shout!
(But I didn’t. Menopause hasn’t made me THAT gutsy, especially since this was the only hotel in Surfside, Texas–or at least the only one I’d be brave enough to sleep in.)
Still, I think it’s time to question the rules.
Or maybe just rules that seem extra-fun to break.
William Faulkner wrote his plot outlines on the wall of his study.
On the wall!
When I was a kid, I wasn’t allowed to even tape anything on my wall for fear I’d ruin the paint.
At my grownup house, picture hanging is a big deal. We try to do it right. We follow rules of proper height and spacing.
But look at William’s plot right there on his wall:
Faulkner ended up so famous that people like me go to his house and snap pictures of his walls.
(Which wasn’t against the rules because I asked the docent.)
And then there’s Pablo Picasso, who encourages us to be rule breakers.
And everybody wants to plaster their walls with Picassos.
Is it time to break some rules? What rules would you like most like to break?