scare me.

I’ve heard it said that “you should do ONE thing every day that scares you.” Today, I did just that.

The political firestorm that seems to have divided our country this year seems to have ignited my soul to the point of wanting to try something completely out of my realm of normalcy. There have been disagreements over our role in Syria’s revolution, Social Security and Medicare bankruptcies, and the decision of a woman’s right to her body versus the point of conception. It all scares me. I’d say it scares the Jesus out of me, but then I’ve got Christianity on my back.

I wanted something more personal to jolt me out of my daily socialist entitlement and complacency.


So this morning, after my extraordinary one hour walk in the neighborhood, I got to thinking. No, make that… I got to steaming passionately about what could “I” do to wake myself up? How could I motivate ME to take a real stance on, not only our country, but ME? How could “I” do something that would frighten me so much that I could look back and refer to it as my new beginning… my awakening!

I tried to think back through my life of fifty plus years. I thought long and hard to image in my mind the things that made my life normal in my past. Then it hit me like a Biden smile during a vice presidential debate. I seem to remember starting it religiously (damn Christians) when I was barely through puberty. There were dates, parties, hell… even a marriage and kids, and I still did this same thing every day of my life. Today, it was going to change. Today, I was going to do it differently. Today, I was going to step out of my comfort zone and become afraid.

I could hardly wait for the goose bumps.

It all started innocently enough really. I was sweating profusely from the vigorous walk in the autumnal air this morning and I needed to shower. As I opened the sage green and taupe matching shower curtain, I saw it! The shampoo. THAT’s what I would avoid THIS day. That is how I would scare Ed Williams on this 12th day of October.

So I did it. I mean, I didn’t do it. I mean, I avoided it.

I went without shampooing my hair. Scoff if you must, but I did not wash my hair for the first time since I can remember. Don’t get me wrong… I wet it mind you… we’re not death defying here… just trying to scare ourselves a little.

God! How liberating! After towel drying, I toyed with it a little in the mirror. I felt like it looked heavier, perhaps a little duller… but damn, I was a fucking rebel!

We’re meeting friends out tonight and I hope I can get through this okay. Tomorrow, I’m going to attempt to go without soap.



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13 responses to “scare me.

  1. You are walking on the wild side, my friend.

  2. ellen chambers rulon

    Ed, you are the crystal in a jar of marbles in this family. I love your passion….and I’m lucky to know you. Keep writing (and cooking). I enjoy it all

    • Well Ellen…that’s about the nicest compliment I’ve ever received. From anyone. Ever. Seriously… EVER.
      LOL… I appreciate it truly I do. I also appreciate our “kismit” on so many levels… especially at my age (notice how tactfully I avoided saying “our” age?)
      Love you!

      • ellen chambers rulon

        Lol..I love being this age, although 22 was pretty good too. Yep, I feel a kindred spirit with you….must be the leftover, rebellious hippies in us. I think we are probably both optimistic and curious.and that’s why we think so much alike. A sense of humor is priceless too, and you do have that!

  3. Oh, to have that rebellious streak again! I don’t wash my hair often because I’m lazy. But to not do it for the thrill?! I bow down to thee.

  4. This is a wonderfully, well-written post. I MISSED you guys! Welcome back.

  5. christine

    So very glad to see that you are back. Have missed your blogs. Thanks for the morning smile:)

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