I'm A Hippy?

Hippies
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"You're a hippy," my husband teased last night, as I offered him some of my homemade granola.

"What are you talking about?" I demanded, as I dropped vials of essential oils back into their tub to make room on the table, "Because I make my own granola?"

"Yes, that and we have WORMS in our kitchen."

"And you're just noticing this now?"

He laughed, but didn't reply. His mouth was full of granola.

"I'm NOT a hippy," I declared, vehemently.

Yet it is true that there came a day when I decided to stop bleaching my hair. And another when I decided to try to avoid chemicals in my shampoo. And another when I decided that I would pay a little extra to know where my food was coming from.

But that doesn't mean I'm into labels like "hippy" (or "redneck" or "yuppy" or "preppy" for that matter).  And someday I may decide I want to bleach my hair, eat nothing but McDonalds, spend all my free time in a tanning bed.

I'm still growing and learning and changing my mind, and I hope that never stops.  Because I don't think anything good comes of trying to over-simplify the complexity of a human life.

Except, perhaps, some good cable TV.