I feel like I gained so much confidence in my writing, and more importantly, in myself during this online class. And I know I've gained some great friends through the supportive community of my classmates.
I'm so glad I took the class.
But I tell you, there's been an unexpected side effect of this class.
I've gotten bolder.
In public, nonetheless.
I speak up more often now.
I worked out of Starbucks this afternoon. A rare luxury I allow myself (working from Starbucks could be an expensive habit) once in a blue moon when I've got a heavy workload and need a boost of motivation.
As I worked, I generally didn't pay attention to the other customers. I was there to work. Until a woman sat down directly across from me. And her hair, oh my, her hair. Well, I couldn't help but notice it out of the corner of my eye.
So wild and free. Not fully curly, but a definitive curl-wave action going on. Just like my hair when I let it have its way. The same way I love my hair, if I'm honest. And better yet, it was free to go grey as it wished. No dye job visible. The best part was, it looked graceful and elegant in its wild and free way.....not haggard, like we so often describe women who chose to go grey naturally.
It was, quite simply, how I hope I have the courage to go grey when it's my turn.
And after I sat and admired her hair for a while, as I packed up to go, I couldn't resist being bold and walking over. The boldness was bubbling up out of me at this point.
"Excuse me," I said, "this might sound awkward, but I just wanted to tell you that I love your hair."
She smiled and blushed and stammered out a pleased-but-surprised thank you.
And I felt better.
I think she did too.
So thank you, Susannah and my Blogging from the Heart classmates. Thank you for helping me rediscover my voice again. For helping me find the moments I'm passionately emotional, in both good and bad ways. For helping me find the courage to say what's in my heart and on my mind. For helping me be bold again. For helping me find the audacity to really be me, the genuine KtMac, instead of the KtMac I thought society expected. Thank you.