getting comfortable...

Why is it that people always show up at your house when you haven't showered yet, haven't put on any makeup, and have on your college sweatshirt and sweatpants that should have been thrown out with last year's dumpster box?  Ugh. Why couldn't they have shown up when I had on normal clothes and looked decent? Oh yeah, that didn't happen much this week. (Hey-I'm on vacation!)

At least today I actually answered the door.  Just a couple of years ago, I would have pretended to not be home.  Really.  No one was going to see me looking like a homeless person.

Today my visitor got the bare-bones, no-frills Lindsay. And I'm okay with that.

Maybe it's those pre-thirty years setting in.  Maybe it's the fact that, in my late twenties, I'm a lot more comfortable with who I am. Maybe it's my husband, who has made me a much more confident person.  I don't know.  Whatever the reason, I'm liking the fact that I'm getting to be a little less self-conscious these days.  After all, Jesus and my husband love me no matter what....who else do I need to impress?? :)