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“But Seriously, What’s Up With That Hat?”

While boarding a recent flight, a TSA agent looked me dead in the eyes and said:
“Miss, before you walk through the detector, I am going to need you to remove your hat and PLACE IT IN THE TRASH CAN. Thanks.”

Aggressive? – Yes.

Out of the norm? – No.

(Happy he chose to refer to me as “Miss” – ABSOLUTELY!!!)

While I can totally get behind “wearing real pants” and a fierce business, professional blowout, my day to day “Kelly D Aesthetic” truly revolves around a black and white New York Yankee’s hat. So much so, I have had many a dear friend find me almost unrecognizable without my favorite accessory.

Back story:
I bought my first Yankee hat while I was living in New York circa 2004. While I am a born and raised STL Cardinal fan and it felt almost blasphemous to purchase such a bold statement piece, I wanted desperately to fit in and appear “East Coast Chic”.

Time pressed on and my desperation to fit in floated down the Hudson along with my need to live in the big city. Back to the midwest I went, ready for a nap and ready to start a new.

Through all of this, I must admit, I’d somehow grown attached to that early NY purchase. While I knew it would likely spark hate and debate amongst family and friends, it was embarking on the new chapter. In my new favorite hat, I tucked away everything I really needed from New York:

A vision of who I wanted to be along with an arsenal of memories and experiences to get me there.

Here we are in 2020 and I refuse to part ways with that NY Hat. While I don’t rock the original on the regular, I have remained true to my personal branding and I cannot deny the accessory itself is still such a part of me.

Oh, that’s silly?
You’re rolling your eyes?

Let me explain:
Every time I look at my hat, I am reminded.
I am reminded of my journey, the things I have created and the amazing people I have met along the way.

I remember times when pushed my hat high up on my head so my teams could truly see the pride I had for them in my eyes.

I remember times when I was so stressed or sad, that I pulled the brim down to my chin, so as to escape the world around me, and I cried.

Most importantly though:
I remember who I was, who am TODAY and the person I am working hard to be, every single day.

So, there is the answer.
That’s What’s Up With That Hat.

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