She handed me my coffee through the drive-thru window.
“Oh, you look so much like my friend Chris,” she said with such nostalgic longing that for a moment, for her sake, I wished I was Chris.
But all I could offer her was my {tired} {snuffly} {congested} {Chris-like} face.
“I’m glad that I could remind you of your friend,” I said.
She settled back comfortably on her feet and rested her arms on the metal counter. She did not stop looking at my face.
“Thank you so much for coming here today,” she said. “I’m calling Chris tonight when I get home.”
When I {with a sore throat and raspy cough} left the house this afternoon to run errands (Trailer Rehab material and grocery shopping) wearing the same shirt I’d slept in last night and my dirty flip-flops with a chunk bitten out of them (compliments of Tuck) and my hands rough from the unexpected Trailer Rehab work I had to do this morning {ripping out MORE CARPET to solve a water leak issue}, I did not feel fabulous. And I certainly did not feel like someone’s potential game-changer.
Ladies and gentlemen, sometimes your {make-up-less} face is all anyone needs. Not talking. Maybe not even smiling. Just showing up and letting people stare at you if that’s what they need to do.
Being you is enough.
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