My Cowgirl Mug Channels Steve Jobs

At my daughter's birthday party a few weeks ago, I was getting ready to light the candles when a friend of ours inserted himself between me and the cake.  We had a little conversation that went like this:

Him:   You don't look like you camp much, but trust me. You don't want to light your hair on fire.

Me (indignant):  You don't know if I camp.

Him:  Do you camp?

Me:  Never.

So why, then, do I have a cowgirl mug?

I bought it in Austin, TX after a family wedding (that included, among other things, a relative telling everyone that my hair was wider than my hips.)

I bought the mug after the wedding, when we were doing touristy things with my very awesome older brother, because it amused me: the idea that this city girl could ever be considered a cowgirl. Like I could ever be Texas.

But maybe?

I am, after all, the strong advocate for women's equality who has carved out a pro-woman place in Islam. I'm the vegetarian and former PETA member who supports Michael Vick and roots for his team, partly because I think there is much hypocrisy (and racism) in the meat-guzzling country that condemned him and partly because I happen to believe pretty fiercely in second chances. I am the feminist who is also a girly girl with a serious shoe fetish and an expensive hair product with a name so embarrassing THAT I WILL NEVER REVEAL IT HERE.

And I'm the lawyer who dropped a load of cash getting a law degree that I am not, currently, using and who can still hear the rush of voices telling her what she should be doing.

In the end, I guess I'm the one who thinks "should" might be the most depressing word there is. (Except, of course, "sensible" when followed by "shoes.")

This is probably why I have a special place in my heart for my friends who, with more courage that I could have mustered, dropped out of medical school or other grad programs to write, or the female friend who trekked across India by herself, or the South Asian programmer holding out for his True Love.

I sort of adore people who do what they "shouldn't."

When I write, I fill the mug with...tea (yes, let's go with that) and it reminds me of Steve Jobs' immortal words:

Your time is limited, so don't waste it living someone else's life. Don't be trapped by dogma-which is living with the results of other people's thinking. Don't let the noise of other's opinions drown out your own inner voice. And most important, have the courage to follow your heart and intuition. They somehow already know what you truly want to become. Everything else is secondary.

Not bad for a cowgirl mug. I hope y'all have one.