Yesterday was a red-letter day. I met a blogger whom I've greatly admired for a long time. She is even more wonderful than I thought. She's roaringly smart, immensely kind and fiercely strong. A real hero.
In person, you perceive so much more about someone than you can online; immeasurably more. When that person is someone you like and respect, your joy can be boundless. Mine is, in this instance.
I'm not going to disclose more about my new friend, out of respect for her privacy. Let me leave you simply with the report that my life has just grown a sturdy new branch. :)
Next up, something that may sound insignificant to most people but, to me, carries sizeable weight. I chose a new nail-color!
I paint my toes and wear colored-polish every day. 24/7. It's one of the deepest joys in my life. Every morning, I wake up and see my pretty toes -- and the mere sight of them gives me hope for the day. I feel that, at least to this extent, I am living authentically.
Normally, I choose among reds but now I want to explore pinks. I snapped up a bottle at the local beauty-store after browsing for way too long. I used to worry about standing in aisles containing feminine products but my fear over that has dissipated. Now, I simply don't care if people judge me while shopping. I want to pick pretty nail-colors more than I care about public opprobrium.
Yes, I'm going to show you the color but first, a caveat. Even though I have years of experience painting my toes and fingers, I'm terrible at it. Terrible! My hands are too klutzy to stay within the lines and I always end up spilling some on my skin. Plus, nobody ever taught me proper nail-care so I have no clue what I'm doing when I simply splash on polish. Oh well... this is a private pleasure so it doesn't really matter.
To those of you eager to suggest I get a pedicure, in a perfect world I would. However, I don't live in a perfect world and I'm too shy to go to a salon. In my dreams, I play like that, but there's a big gap between dreams and reality.
As an alternative, someday I'd love to sit around with a girlfriend and ruin her toes while she makes mine beautiful but that, too, resides in Ally's Alluring Dream World. Not to be confused with Ralph's Wretched Reality.
(It's not really wretched: I just like the alliteration.)