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by Tye
Rated: E · Other · Women's · #1401062
and how I'm finding her

It’s anomaly for me to feel like this, but for the first- time it happened.

Suddenly and in the middle of the day I got this overpowering urge to dress up.  I had absolutely no reason to, no where fancy to go and no one to go with- but I had to do it.  So, I hopped up, ran to the bathroom and got myself dolled up like I was going out on the town. 

I’ve always wanted to know what it feels like to be one of those business women, like the ones you see at airports.  From heels to hairspray they look ready to conquer the world and every last man in it; sophisticated, graceful and confident.

I gave it my best attempt to look exactly like that; paired with a new business suit and shoes to go with it; I jumped in my car and headed east.

I listened to music that makes me feel haunted and drove at a speed that didn’t care when I arrived . . . to wherever I was going.

My heart found its way to the only place that brings me comfort; the nearest base.  Once there, I just drove where the wheels turned, and stopped when it felt right.  I decided since I had gotten beautiful, I might as well let someone admire my efforts.  So into the Exchange I went; with no purpose but to walk, look and breathe.

There are some sounds that are so inspiring, but non so powerful to me as; Servicemen marching, Michael (my husband) laughing, and high heel shoes on a hard floor.  I smelled the perfume, tried on pretty things, touching this and gazed at that, and when finally I had had my fill,  I grabbed a Rockstar, smiled at the marine who tripped in front of me and "pick-pocked"  my way out.

Godfrey, (my car) stopped in front of glistening waters and lazy trees swaying in the sun shine.  He then turned off his engine, let my seat back and tamed my soul with his voice of many pitches.  At that moment, I felt as though I were lying on a cloud hammock, swinging on a star, with as much peace as a river.

At peace and lovely- I always wish to be.  Maybe it sounds vain.  All of us are to a certain degree; you’d be lying if you said otherwise.  But if I don’t feel good about myself, then my attention would be more upon that and not on my Awesome God, who made me who I am.  He thinks I’m lovely and when my soul aches, he reminds me.

I realized that there are sometimes I need to remind myself of that.  And on this day, that was the only way to acomplish it. 

There are usually many reasons I do the things I do and people I do them for; but today it was only to be the Woman in me.


T.G. 3/9/08
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