Dolly Parton; "Find out who you are and do it on purpose."
My heart is breaking. A woman of Grace has left us.
Dolly Parton is gone.
I keep saying it out loud, testing whether it gets easier to hear. It doesn't.
I am a hillbilly girl. Rural Missouri raised me before NYC, LA, Seattle, Santa Fe.
Dolly was the first proof I ever had that where you come from doesn't decide who you become. She built an empire out of rhinestones and heartbreak and never apologized for the accent, the story, or the shape of her own body. She let people mistake all of it for something to laugh at, and she let them keep laughing, because she already knew who she was.
Dolly took cruelty for six decades; comments about her look, her voice, intelligence, her choices; she didn’t flinch.
I have a video of hers I return to constantly, where Barbara Walters tries to provoke her, insult her, catch her off guard. She doesn't defend herself.She stays soft, stays funny, stays exactly herself, and the attack just... falls off her.
That is not weakness. That is the hardest kind of strength there is.
"Find out who you are and do it on purpose," Dolly said.
She spent a lifetime proving she meant it. Every rhinestone. Every joke at her own expense. Every dollar she put into that library, that town, those kids; on purpose.
I aspire to be like Dolly. Not the sequins. The certainty.
Grace isn't the absence of a fight. It's choosing, over and over, not to become the thing that's attacking you.
Dolly Parton chose that in front of the entire world, for as long as the world was watching, and it was never a performance. It was just who she was, permanently.
Rest now, Dolly. You were an exquisite Being of Light.
The rest of us are still working on it.