The fear that goes into inviting a person to lunch is absolutely ridiculous. Perhaps fear is not the word. There is hesitation. Why? Overanalyzing each and every single situation seems to be my downfall. Every possibly scenario plays itself out in my head. I apparently do this so very much that when I decided to shave my head without so much as a scheduled appointment, shockwaves went throughout the earth. It felt good to follow my vision of perfectly crafted eyebrows with a clean shaven head. I was called bold, beautiful, and outright sexy. This was throwing caution to the wind at its finest. Inviting this person to lunch….let’s see if I can get my introverted self to take that step….
Upon awakening yesterday, I decided that I was going to get all dolled up and head out into the world. There was a snazzy casual outfit that formed and my face was done to perfection. Some of my make up had finally been replenished at the MAC counter, and the mirror made for a wonderful friend. The matching bag in tow made for a rather coordinated lady. The first stop was my local music store for the pricing of music stands and informative small talk.
While inside Sam Ash, the pricing of the music stands was fair; however, I voiced my concern for the flimsy wire things that simply did not make sense to me. Their existence was explained to me as a cringe crept over my face. It made more sense to me to simply spend the money on a stand that would actually hold music instead of watching entire pages fall or be taken by the wind. Perhaps this is my opinion because I am a professional musician. A text came through about a possible job from an old friend. My car soon said hello and took me down south to the land of Richmond Heights. This is the realm of my youth and the domain of my mother. . We chatted and made plans to make future progress.
We decided to run some errands together and then dine at IHOP. As we entered the establishment, there were many things that crumbled under her rather critical eye. All of a sudden the familiar face of a percussionist soon turned into a pleasant conversation; there were new jobs at new locations. When we were finally seated, there were more unpleasant statements that did not make for the glorification of a day thanks to my mother. The food soon came to the table when I noticed that my chicken tender sauce was vanishing without my assistance. She wanted to know why her food did not come with the sauce and how could she possibly be served in such a manner. The waiter was nabbed and attacked with my pleas of another round of sauce so that I could possibly have the chance to enjoy my lunch. Everything turned out fine.
While watching the Sex in the City marathon, happy thoughts crossed my mind. It had been an informal music morning. It occurred to me that maybe these nice things happened because my face looked so good. It was certainly a good thing that I looked radiant because I ran into people. My goodness the horror of being seen and looking drab could make for a hideous memory. The whole make up thing never happened to me. Its use was not encouraged during my upbringing and it never really surfaced as an adult. It was not until a rather fashionable friend took my face into her own hands and made me look like the next thing walking down the runway; this was soon followed by my mother gifting me a make over at the MAC counter. Your present day Lady likes to watch youtube videos to learn make up tricks to keep myself looking amazing. I finally mastered the smokey eye look in time for an event last week, and the fall will bring the arrival of the highly anticipated brushes. All of this excitement from facial art!
I had the most amazing afternoon. It began with lunch with my family in Coconut Grove. All of us looked quite fashionable and the service was very nice. I texted a friend mid meal to inform her that we would be dining there soon. South Beach soon found me combing through a clearance sale again and enjoying a nice chat with the store owner. While returning home, my thirst got the best of me, and I decided to drive a little further to treat myself to a Starbucks cool lime refresher. Its hot outside.
A very nice young man waited on me at the order box. Upon arriving at the window, my eyes locked on the sight of his Hematite & Tiger’s Eye bracelet. This combination was a first for me, and it was on a guy. My steady silent gaze startled him, and he jumped back. He asked if there was a problem which finally prompted me to speak. I told him that I liked his bracelet and asked if it could be touched. He told me how his mother gave it to him for protection. This resonated with me a great deal. My outfit is comprised of several protection amulets today. Why the very friend that received the social text from me mid meal also received the text about the outfit for the meal. My concern was that I wanted to look just right for the lunch with my family; however, I wanted to dress like the voodou woman from The Princess and the Frog. (she described me as that character in one of my pictures so the thought has a special meaning for me.) My presence today was that of a hippie….yes, the shoes fit and I wear them….often…….
While this fabulous young man with the gems prepared my refresher, my inner voice wanted me to hand him my business card. One even appeared in my hands; however, my logical mind got the best of me and soon the car was driving off. HARK! WHAT WAS THAT? The young man was calling me to return to the window to get my caramel frapp…..”I did not order that”. However, there was also a charge on my receipt. He had to refund my money which was going to take a second. Doesn’t it strike you as strange that suddenly I had to spend more time with him when there is something that I did not do?
He has my card now. He thanked me profusely for it. He does not know that he is the cherry in my sundae today, and it is only 7pm.
Follow your first mind. Do not hold back. Your inner voice is your guidance. It is not your imagination. It is your friend. Women in particular are very prone to be in tune with that intuition; however, society teaches us that we are simply wacky or nuts. Well, here I am. That wacky nutty individual that is now able to help people because I chose to embrace what is my nature. People seek my advice on spiritual matters and express their sincere gratitude for my assistance. It makes me feel effective and simply amazing.