This afternoon as I took the long way home (the route that curves through Laguna Canyon and leads you down Pacific Coast Highway), I had a realization.
Today, I felt like myself, my whole self, for the first time in awhile. I didn’t even realize I hadn’t been feeling at home in my own skin until a day passed where I felt really comfortable being me. The me that God created me to be.
The me that’s a little quirky (or “corky” as Trisha Davis likes to say), a little loud, a little goofy, a little obsessed with singing off-key and creating hand motions to worship music, and not one bit afraid to look at complete strangers and blurt out “I think we need to be friends.”
Maybe it was all the familiar faces at the Catalyst One Day, all the people that know me in other contexts, and all the people who ask me questions that make me
Or maybe it was just time for me to fly my “freak flag”?
But for whatever reason, I felt like Tally Atwater after Warren Justice showed up in Philadelphia to reminded her who she was and how to tell a great story. (That’s an Up Close & Personal reference for those of you who are trying to figure out what in the world I am talking about.)
Did you happen to rediscover yourself today too? When was a time recently when you felt exceptionally “at home” in your own skin?