Owning It

We’re not gonna stress. We’re all such a beautiful mess.

I remember the time when actor Hugh Grant was arrested for allegedly picking up a prostitute. His movie “Four Weddings and A Funeral” was highly popular and he was dating supermodel Elizabeth Hurley. Shortly after his arrest, when the incident was all over entertainment news, he was scheduled to appear on the Tonight Show. The first question from Jay Leno was ‘Ok, I have to ask, why’d you do it?’ Hugh answered ‘I was a bad boy.’ I loved it! It was as if the country exhaled. Why? Because Hugh owned it.

I’ve many nieces and nephews. When I was in college, the Internet was born and so were they. I’m sometimes shocked and at the same time impressed at what iGen shares online. Talk about putting stuff out there to own it!

So here it goes.

Over the years I’ve let myself become small to fit what I thought others wanted me to be. I was authentic but I just wasn’t 100% authentic. Like a white lie, true but not 100% true. Star-shaped I kept trying to chip off my points to fit into a box. Blend to not be a target. Head down to not be chopped off. Invisible to not be there at all.

Then I met a young lady.

Being wise beyond her years she yelled at me ‘Claim Your Space!” Such a loud forceful voice from a wisp of a girl was unexpected making me jump and laugh hard. So repeating over and over in my head the mantra she gave me to “Claim My Space!” I began to consciously take up more physical space and extend my bubble of personal space.

Claim your space! You deserve it!

drawing by the ​wise young lady

I practiced in the hoards of crowds at the State Fair. When I didn’t step out of the way of someone (as I normally would have) and bumped into him instead, my best friend asked if I’d seen him. Yes. Yes, I had. He had seen me too. He didn’t move at all. Neither did I. So I claimed my space.

Writing this and reflecting back,

I realize I didn’t claim my space around children at the Fair. One reason is that I am not a monster who would go around steamrolling little ones. Second, children did not even try to yield their space. Of course, they also have no concept of personal space either. Or boundaries. Just a random thought. I digress.

Back to Hugh and owning it. I’m here to own my life. Live big. Be brave. Claim my space!

Recommending Viewing

My new jam is Bailey Bryan’s “Own It” from her album “So Far” (available on iTunes).

About Stephanie George

I am Mary Crawley incarnate. I am old enough to know better and still too young to care; I like to look at the world through rose-colored lenses.
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2 Responses to Owning It

  1. Christiana Lawson says:

    Oh, man, I appreciate you sharing – and it’s so uplifting. 🙂 THANK YOU! 🙂

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