You'll perhaps know I'm not an appearance kind of person, I don't often notice what folk look like and I don't tend to trouble myself with what I'm wearing as long as I'm warm enough. I lazily tend to pull on the same jeans and fleece as that is what suits dog walking. And yet I have three wardrobes crammed with beautiful long flowing skirts (not really ideal for dog walking) and sumptuous shirts that i don't wear as they would then need hand washing. I'm going to wear a lovely bottle green silk shirt today to see if i enjoy wearing it enough to keep it.
With my girly on hand to motivate me, I filled two of those large charity bags with clothes, and a regular sized carrier bag of clothes-with-holes that are beyond sale but will make a little money for the charity shop from their rag value. There is a wardrobe now that is much emptier than before, i can see the back of it and there is no door leading to adventure. I need to see the sides of said wardrobe tho before my work there is done.
This morning I'm leading Sunday school and yesterday's throwaway comment has cut deep. It hadn't occurred to me that folk at church might be condemnatory rather than celebratory. And they might not, but the seed of doubt has been planted. Maybe someone will suggest I'm not an appropriate role model for the children. And so I find I've moved to a more defensive place, which shows I have stuff still to work on so I can stay open to other people's views.
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There was no stone throwing by the couple of folk I spoke to, instead a lovely hug and 2 text messages of congratulations. Phew.
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