It hit me broadside: the blinding question of who I am, and who I should be.
I ran to Lolita, and in rushed, anxious whispers, asked: Who am I? Who should I be? Usually I feel fine in my own skin, but right now I want to wiggle out of it and run away. Am I really ok?
It had to do with my age, and shaking someone’s categories up, and them not knowing what box to put me in, and usually I quite enjoy doing that to people, but this time, for whatever reason, I didn’t.
So Lolita told me some nice words and hugged me, which usually puts most anything into rights again, and I’ve stayed in my own skin, and not moulted as I was thinking of doing.
Instead, I’m noticing grey hair appearing on my head at an amazing rate. It’s a fascinating phenomenon.
Tis a Gift to Receive 
I’d love to hear the whole story 🙂
we are who we are
in HIS likeness
we are here to love and obey HIM
You’ll always look like a queen, Anita, no matter what color your hair is.
Happy New Year,
Lucy at my new blog
Oh from one English language teacher to another… Anita I really would love to chat with you one day soon again – reading this made tears come… maybe because just the other day I did something very similar.
I can’t believe I didn’t pack your book when I left, it would been a gem to have right now. I think that’s the next thing I will request to be posted by my dear mother.
Take care dear friend