I dig bandanas.
The “Cool Rule” says that the things you believed to be cool when you were between the ages of 17 and 21 is what you consider cool the rest of your life. (Hat tip to wife Jennifer for creating the rule.)
So … bandanas.
I wore bandanas when I was in the Cool Rule years. Lots of them. Sometimes more than 20 at a time.
I still have lots of bandanas and occasionally I wear them.
I no longer have delusions about them making me cool. I know they don’t. But they are a part of me so sometimes I let them fly.
It isn’t a common look for someone my age or in my position. Not everyone understands, but I am lucky to have friends and family — and a boss who is both friend and family — who let me be me.
I wish everyone felt as free to express who they are inside regardless of who is looking, but I know that isn’t true.
The relentless cares of life cause many to stick their bandanas in a drawer and forget about them.
But they are still there, my friends. The Cool Rule still applies and all you have to do is open the drawer.
And let them fly.