I shed the Ging
Like a snake skin
It was itching my spirit
Over and over this consistent reminder of who I was.
Who I am not.
I took a deep breath
“Shake the bottle”
I said out loud to an empty bathroom.
Placed a decent dollop in my palm and *splat*
No turning back now
I covered my head with this unfamiliar brown gloop and stared in the mirror searching for the now Jess.
Not Dave’s Jess
Or Cam’s Jess
Prescott Jess
Eby Jess
Not even the beginning of Virginia Jess
The Jess I have grown into
The inner woman I finally found
Who is she?
Far more introspective than previous IOS’
A woman of confidence (a work in progress)
An able single parent
Strong work ethic
Growing each day
Faithfully seeking God
Nearly fearless.
Even when scared.
Brave enough to try anyway
As I watched the river of dye run down my legs all I could do is breath deep and allow my tears to join into the winding path.
It’s always hard to change.
To believe fully that no matter what you WILL be taken care of.
“I’ve been washed away with everything I’ve ever known”
I love the shake up.
The building, disassembling, and re-creation.
How else do you live if you aren’t evolving?
The woman I am becoming will leave a mark on humanity.
Doesn’t matter big or small.
I know I will turn my darkness into light.
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