I ran into the meeting, a Wednesday night, with my hair all a flutter and my sandals slipped on my feet. Smiling and greeting, then looking down and laughing.
"Oh boy! I'm unbuttoned!"
My shirt hunt open everywhere but the top knot, exposing just the white tank top underneath, the wind caught the sides and there I laughed, and hung. And the women laughed with me. Good 'ole WLT (Church at Charlottes Women's Leadership Team).
I laughed and shook my head, rolled my eyes. "Oh, this is so exactly the epitome of me right now! Trying to look all put together, and calm, but inside I'm all unbuttoned and coming undone!"
And so true it was! My pleated Banana Republic skirt looked pressed well, the yellow silk of the Ann Taylor shirt matched to a "T" and I had my WLT binder ready to go... Appearing all together...
Then we sat in the meeting, and I had paint still drying down the side of my leg, and splotted in my hair from working on getting my house ready for Mark and guests. I had a flurry of emails I couldn't keep straight, and shoved sunglasses on my head to try to convince my hair to look tame.
Unbottoned. I laugh about it. Its truly the epitome of me, in these days and moments. Trying to be calm, cool, collected, and casual... but typing to-do list on my phone during sermons, scrounging through receipts for a centerpiece return, and filling my bathtub with boxes of decor.
Unbuttoned. Oh boy, this is me.
