I woke up with a song in my head. I was singing, “Sweet Child O’ Mine” in my brain, and I was singing it well.
I grabbed some joe and sat down for a half-hour of “Colbert“.
Today it was GnR and Steven. Some days it’s AC/DC and MadTV.
Regardless of what was on the tube; today was not an average Sunday at all.
Normally, the better part of my morning is spent in the struggle to put together an ensemble.
A. I greatly prefer comfort to glamour. I can’t force my rear into a pencil skirt, and I can’t force my toes into narrow shoes.
B. I greatly prefer warmth to FMAO. I can’t force myself to wear any less than three layers, and I can’t force my ever-cold peds into delicate skimmers.
C. I greatly prefer pants. I can’t force myself to shave daily and I can’t force my dogs into dress-y shoes.
As I went about my regular fashion frustration, I couldn’t escape the reality that something was Truly Different about This Day.
The TC part of my life has come to a close. After almost 15 years I’ll no longer be an Active Member of a Traditional Church.
D. I greatly prefer grace to works. I can’t force my heart into shackles and I can’t force myself to remain quiet while others try.
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