Thanks Spongebob

I'm thinking about cutting my hair and donating it to Locks of Love.
The fact that I have so much and a little girl out there somewhere has none, just seems wrong to me.
Every little girl deserves to feel like a princess.

Its turned off winter outside. The cold air is refreshing and bracing. It clears the mind.
As i walked to Rivertown this afternoon, to buy a small, white chocolate, cafe mocha and blog this blog, I passed a man that asked me about my hat.
I did not know his name, who he was, where he was from. Anything at all. And yet, immediately, my brain began piecing together histories for this guy. Hunter maybe? Because of the camo..
Where does he work?
Work boots..
Hard work. I presume.
And yet, I know nothing of this man.
I have no right to guess his life story.
There is no way I would ever get it right.

And this brings to mind Ms. Libby Watts Jordan and her story of her silent judgment on the lady and her children in McDonald's.
Never judge a book by its cover. And yeah, yeah, I know its soooo cliche, but sometimes cliche things ring the most truth.

Actions speak louder than any clothing label ever could,
They define who you are.
Remember this no matter where life takes you or who it introduces you to.

Stay true to the person you are. The person you want to be. The  person you were meant to be.
Spongebob taught me this. Remember the episode Ripped Pants? Where he tried to impress Sandy by being someone he wasnt?

So lesson learned?
Stay true to yourself and don't rip your pants.