The Real Me
Without hair color, our age will be shown. Without a uniform of suits heading to work, our everyday garb will be revealed. Without daily routines of shaving, mens’ beards will be increasing. No manicures, no pedicures, no haircuts — real nails and unstyled hair.
Au naturel is in vogue. We have no choice. We are getting real.
Late night show hosts without audiences are struggling to know if their jokes are funny. News anchors without hairstylists and makeup artists are unpolished. Famous personalities hosting from their rustic backyards rather than in perfectly styled studios are authentic.
Facebook Live and Zoom are giving us a lens into the living rooms of our favorite entertainers. Classes taught by professors and teachers show us their everyday kitchen tables.
Without retail stores our choices are from our closets. Without outside appointments our opportunities for casual social contact no longer exist. We have to be intentional with our connections and real with our conversations – one-on-one and perhaps, even, heart-to-heart.
We have to find meaning in the moment, purpose in the plain, and a relationship with the real.
[Photo taken by me of me. No need to worry about copyright infringement for who would copy this?]
Day 8 of social distancing. Day 1 of self-quarantine due to potential exposure – not deeply worried.