Creative Guy and Adventure Boy are hanging out with me tonight. I picked them up on my way home for work. I hadn't gotten out of the car yet and Adventure Boy was asking me to come help them with whatever thing they were doing. Eventually, after much confusion and talking and "come, look" moments, I rounded them up and headed for the car. We were almost there when Adventure Boy looked at me and said "why are you wearing those girl clothes?". Well, I am a girl...but I get the point. He's used to the jeans and t-shirt Brittany. The dressed down Brittany. Not office girl. I'm not used to her either.
The other day I was thinking I was looking good, had it altogether, looked down and realized that my shoes were falling apart. Bought new ones and they looked like granny shoes...granny shoes my granny wouldn't even wear. Bought a replacement pair and they look awesome in jeans (haven't tried them in work clothes) and make me 6 ft tall. Literally. I put an outfit together another morning, turned around to get the rear view and quickly decided a longer shirt was in order. I.can't.win. On the upside, the Office Coordinator for the building I work in told me how much she liked the sweaters I wear. Tiny win. And my hair hasn't been completely awful, well, after I went to my favorite hairstylist ever and said "Wash the gray out." I am owning being my Grandma O's granddaughter. I don't care if my hair is a different color each time you see me, just as long as it isn't completely gray yet. Can't go there.
I feel like an imposter most days, which just further solidifies that while I'm doing what I'm doing for the moment, it's just not the right thing. I'm not unhappy, just not settled. Still wondering what God is up to.