Canning the wig

It's been a while since I've posted. Maybe a little lazy and also pre-occupied with my new job as Director of Nursing at a local agency. I'm so thankful to be back in the work force as it gives a sense of belonging to the world again. The focus now being on others and less about me. That feels good. I canned the wig. Now, going out in public with my "real" hair, all short, thick, curly and grey. Quite a change from long(er), dark, thin and straight. (Before the curling iron)I've accepted the fact that I no longer look like "me". This is the new me. And not only externally but internally as well. A new confidence. Getting rid of the wig was as liberating as the day I shaved my head. It's like allowing yourself to move forward into the next phase of ones life. Scary but a necessary step in acceptance. I'm learning that beauty is not the outer appearance but the manner that one relates to the world, embracing the people around us, expressing our passions, the way we present ourselves, listening, interacting, moving in a positive way with confidence and yet with a gentle spirit. To be a teacher by example. To not be afraid to bare all if it means helping someone else on their own difficult path. Those are attributes of true beauty.