just a story fer t'day.

I'm not the only one with my head in the clouds (or stuck somewhere else) these days.  Case in point:

I've only ever shaved my mustache for ORI inspections.  That's it.  Maybe 10 times total since I grew the thing in my early twenties.  I have a baby face without it.

I shaved the thing off yesterday.  I was just tired of the thing looking like it was trying to eat my top lip and it's hot, so I shaved it off.  Taking a big gash out it whilst trimming it may or may not have also played a part in the decision.  

Nobody noticed.

Not Miss June, not the guys I work with, or the few people I talked to at church.  Nobody really noticed and I wondered if they really didn't notice or they just didn't say anything.  

Without it, I look like my son Jake these days (sorry about that kiddo).  I noticed that today.  I also noticed something the other day when I was looking in a mirror.  I'm not skinny by any means but I'm not really that fat anymore.  That's when I noticed I'm really tall.  Years of bumping my head on things didn't let me see that.  I know that sounds stupid but I've never looked at me from the perspective of how other people see me.  I just saw me and that was it.

I think that's a change in me.  I do care how others see me.  I'm no fashion plate and my hair will always look like I never brush it five minutes after I do unless I put a ton of goop in it.  I care about how others react to me because if I look like hell (pardon the expression), cuss like a sailor, etc.. then how would someone react if I wanted to talk about Jesus with them.

I've never seen myself as tall.  I knew I was, but I never saw it until the other day.  Just like people didn't notice I'd shaved off my mustache, I suppose.  They all knew it was me, just that there was something different they couldn't quite put their fingers on.  




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