For as long as I can remember, I've hidden myself. I definitely started hiding when I got old enough to walk down my NY streets alone. I became comfortable hiding my intelligence, my physical appearance, my truths, my thoughts, myself. But just the other day it hit me: Alicia! Why are you choosing to be that person?
Forty is a time contradiction and complexity, a.k.a. horrifying reality and inner turmoil. It's realizing that these are the days of questioning every decision, wondering about regrets, and realizing that life is short, and getting shorter every freaking day. It's when the terrifying reality sets in that yeah, THIS is life.
This week before Easter gives me cause to pause and reflect. Haven't men always failed to trust women, because somehow there is an innate belief that women are less trustworthy? But I'm reminded on Easter that Jesus did. And it tells me that somehow, when it comes to bearing witness to Him, He trusts me too.