My girlfriend called me out of the blue this morning and asked if I had time to meet for a last minute pedicure. Without even thinking about it, I said yes. I immediately got out of bed and jumped in the shower to shave. You can’t show up with hairy legs to the nail salon, right? I don’t know why that’s such a sin, but I’m sure anyone who has had a pedicure agrees. If not, more power to you! I personally think we should get the winter season off from shaving anyway. Kind of like No Shave November. Am I right??
Anyhow, I got ready, eye shadow and everything. Eyebrows matched and the cold dry air was awesome for straightening my hair. I felt great! Usually, I’d already started freaking out, thinking I should probably call and cancel. It was the weirdest thing. I’ve always been very social, but all of sudden the thought of lunch with a friend was way too much to handle. Even a text message or a voicemail was too overwhelming to have to deal with. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to see or hear from anyone. I was horribly lonely. I just felt like I had let everyone down. The shame and guilt that I had created in my head was ruling and ruining my life. I spent 5 months avoiding all emotion. I literally turned them off. Of course, the meds I had been prescribed were also helping with that. I was more a zombie than a being during that time.
This morning however, I was excited to be getting out of the house and into the world. At noon, the side roads were still covered in ice, but I knew the freeway would be mostly clear and it was. The sky was bright blue. Most buildings and parking lots were still covered in undisturbed snow. I arrived to the salon a few minutes early, which is a miracle in itself. Seriously, I was supposed to meet some friends for coffee the other day and not only was I late, I was at the wrong location. I seem to do it to myself all the time. I apologize in advance if it happens to you next. 😉
I walked into the salon and the owner greeted me at the door and confirmed our appointment. He then instructed me to “pick a color”. When I looked at the wall, I was in awe of the all the different colors of nail polish in front of me. The sun was shining through the window and warming me from behind. I quickly noticed how an out of place bottle of bright, red nail polish and been placed right in the middle of the blues and greens. All the other polish was in order by the color and shade. Rows of yellows, pinks, and oranges above. Reds, wines, and darks below. I love red. Bright, bold, confident, Valentine Red. It makes me smile. It makes me feel alive. It is love. It is life. I say a quick prayer and thank God for another sign that I moving my life in the right direction. He knew I would now notice and appreciate the contrast of the colors, where before, I would have looked right passed them and missed the magic.
My friend showed up and as she rushed in and into my arms, it was like we had never missed a day. As we traded stories, we realized our lives are more alike that we thought. We are both givers and let me tell you, we are really good at giving! We talked about making more time for those who make time for us. At the end of our date, we promised to keep better in touch and make more effort to get together. I really think we will. We have similar hearts and similar goals for life. Plus, we are both super fun girls when we get a chance to let our hair down! Cheers, my beautiful friend! Thank you for reminding me that sometimes we give so much to other people, we forget to save some of the salvation for ourselves.