As happens sometimes, I woke up this morning needing to just be me. Not the professional, or the mommy, or the artist, or sweet, or beautiful, or any of those other faces I feel constantly pressured to maintain.
So I didn't bother with my appearance this morning, other than to pull my hair back in a low pony tail, and throw on an oh-so-comfy sack dress.
Later I am in my office feeling very satisfied with my less than gorgeous comfy state and I have gotten everything I needed to do, done.
So of course, I am practicing quietly on my guitar when he walks in and surprises me. I was a bit embarrassed to be caught so off guard and in such an unprofessional manner, but not painfully so, as I still just didn't care about being the professional...
The usual courtesies were exchanged and I let him take a tour of the show home. It was when he came back though, that he threw me off. Walking out the door he paused, turned around and said, "You know, you are really beautiful... I am not hitting on you or anything, I am married, but I just thought I would tell you..."
For once I actually believed him. He wasn't hitting on me... He just wanted to tell me....For no reason other than to be nice...
On a day when I was just being me, with no frills, or faces, or pretenses he told me I was beautiful and wanted nothing in return....