Falling off the stage

   Its a weird title I know.  Its misleading on purpose.  Because we fall in life, sometimes in very public ways, sometimes in ways that only we know.  Life is a stage, and we are our own worst critic.  I "fell of the stage" today.  I am messed up on the inside and am so very aware of it.  We are all messed up, and are so adept at hiding what is truly going on, because so many hypocrites are ready to tear us up into bits at the slightest hint of vulnerability.  So I am going to get a nose stud.   Makes perfect sense to me....  I know who I am, I think a nose stud is pretty.  I like shiny accessories.  Lots of conservative pple and family will judge me, but I am no different, just have a nose stud.  Thumbing my nose at pple just like me.   I love the irony of it, and it will be a reminder of some very painful lessons I have been learning lately.   DO NOT EVER judge a book by its cover.  When others judge me, (as they will once I have the nose stud)  it will serve a very practical reminder to love, love, love.  Maybe even establish some common ground with some who I would have even less "in common" with.  Its all good.   Or rather, God is good.   He is at the core of life, no matter how hard I try to deny Him that truth.  He is so patient with me.  Thank you God.   Now to call the piercing studio.  I love all this.