A friend recently convinced me to buy a dress. I am not a dress girl. I cannot wear dresses at work- they don’t fit my profession. I wear skirts outside of work, but not dresses. It wasn’t a conscious decision, but that’s how it shook out. But I’ve decided (with friendship, guidance, understanding, and quite a bit of nudging) that it might be worth trying to change that to more fully explore my feminine side. It is and will be uncomfortable. And that will be ok- this stretching of myself. Pushing boundaries is a part of growth.
So too it is with my submission- admitting the need for guidance is not comfortable. But comfort is less important once trust is involved. Trust that although I may not see where this will end up, I am still willing to try.
I’m just not the kind of girl who can wear a dress to a bar. But I’d like to be. (Granted, I’ll still have a pint rather than a cocktail, even though it may ruin the image somewhat.)
I’m just not the kind of girl who could open herself to criticism and punishment. But I’d like to be. (Granted, I’ll still speak my mind, even though I know it will just get me into deeper trouble.)