Monkey Pants

“Courage is the price that life exacts for granting peace.” ~ Amelia Earhart

There’s a certain kind of calm resolve that life forges within the hearts of “creatives” who weather the storm of social convention as defined by “normals” over the course of several decades.

It often goes undetected but exists nonetheless.

Not unlike wearing a pair of monkey pajama pants to the grocery store.

Okay, maybe that’s a poor analogy.  Perhaps just to the curb to take out the garbage.  It’s a subtle brazenness of sorts, though; the kind that doesn’t require or seek external validation.  Nor does it invite undue attention.

(Just the kind the comes with being comfortable in one’s own monkey pants.)