I like hats.
Looking at my hat collection, one would not think that I like hats because I only have a few in my collection: one snappy hounds-tooth fedora, an old olive green brimmed hat, Mickey Mouse ears, an SUU Events baseball cap from my term of employment with Athletics, and multiple winter hats.
I love films that take place in an era when wearing hats was something that everyone did. I was just in Cedar Valley Community Theatre's production of Hello, Dolly! and everyone wore a hat and it was fantastic.
My favorite hat to wear was a straw hat that I took on trek to Martin's Cove when I was 15-years-old. That hat remained with me for years until it met an unfortunate end when my dad took it river rafting with twelve-year-old Boy Scouts.
I seriously loved that hat! I took it hiking, wore it gardening and cutting the grass. It was the perfect hat to wear sunbathing. Here's a picture of me wearing that hat.
But I digress. The purpose of this post is not to talk about literal hats. No. It's to talk about all the hats I wear.
I have been very blessed to "wear" many hats.
Some of my hats have been:
SUU Orientation Leader
Bed and Breakfast manager
Golf cart driver
Just to name a few.
No, many of these things have not been paid positions, but I have learned and grown so much from being well-rounded and interested in a myriad of different things.
I like hats.
I like that I do a lot.
I'll wear more hats.
And it'll be okay.
Update on #23b423: I've done a lot more things, but I have been a negligent blogger and haven't posted any updates. I'm sure I will soon.