Something had been missing and I couldn't quite put my finger on it. I didn't know what I needed. I didn't know what would help. All I knew was that something wasn't sitting right.
A trip home for the holiday had been planned months in advance and I was excited. A holiday gathering of cousins was in the making at my planning and I was excited. Some much needed time off was around the corner and I was excited. A workshop with me at the helm was on the table and I was excited. And yet, I still felt lost. Something was missing
My ability to blog had gone out the window. Who cares about my hair? I stopped checking in to my favorite Silver Sister Forum. They are all fabulous women with stories and I had nothing. I was lost.
A boost of some sort was clearly needed but one that couldn't be asked for.
While home for my world wind trip through the holiday over and over I hear about the infamous Jesus Moment. My sister has had them. My cousins have had them. I'm sure I have had them but just didn't know what to call it.
Then, out of no where it happens. The thing I've long since given up hearing. The thing that only happens to my other silver sister. Acknowledgement. Unadulterated, un-provoked acknowdelgement. My own Jesus Moment
A cherished cousin approaches me well into a gathering of family and is in awe of my decision to go gray. After a big, warm hug, I am applauded for being brave, for embracing the real me. I'm told I have a new sex appeal. I'm told I'm more real and approachable. And best yet, they have been waiting to meet the real me. I've been hidden and shy for too long. They have met the real me and they love it.
The stars and cousins align when you need them most....
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