quiet joy

First Day Back – Quiet Joy

I decided to make a trial run of my return to being Janie today.

I don’t know why I chose this particular moment; I had to rush like mad to get ready if I was to make my appointed rounds. And, after so long, I wasn’t sure whether I would remember everything – the makeup, the jewelry, the purse, the walking, the voice. But, I had decided, and when a girl makes up her mind, there’s no reasoning with her.

Or, maybe that’s just me.

Anyhow, after rushing around for a while, I finally had a moment to catch my breath and just take a walk along a downtown street in my pretty, flowing sundress and heels.

I guess, it’s like riding a bicycle. I hadn’t forgotten anything at all – except to put my lipstick in my purse. And there I was walking, hips swaying, shoulders tall and back, hair tousled… and one thing I always seem to notice and find sensuous – my sun-kissed bare feet, barely a quarter-inch from the pavement, in the flimsiest of strappy, high-heeled sandals.

And, as I took note of all this girliness, I smiled inside. I felt something… something I can only describe as “quiet joy!”

Being Janie is truly a gift.