Maybe I will hold off on the whole liberation bit for now

So there used to be a time in my life, not all that long ago, when I wouldn't so much as run to the post office with out makeup on. I was very concerned with my appearance - to a fault. I still really like to have a tidy and put together look about me, if possible, but I am also learning how freeing it is to be able to have those times where you can just be you and not worry about it. This post was rather liberating. :) Last Saturday when I went out shopping I was in much more of a tasking mode than a caring about what I looked like mode. I was very successful in my gathering endeavors and got things done. It was a really hot day and I had 5 stops to make. It happened to be the day many others felt like going out and stocking up on groceries and apparently a whole bunch of other random items. There were lines all the way back to those delicious muffins in Sam's Club. :) By the time I got to my last stop I was sweaty (good thing I had opted to go sans makeup or it would've been dripping off my face any way!), tired, but feeling accomplished. I saw some one I knew and went over to say hi. We chatted briefly about our vacation and exchanged a few other small talk-esque pleasantries. I went on my way and the conversation was forgotten as I set my mind to cupboard organization. Fast forward to the next morning when I saw the same individual at church. She came over to me , gave my shoulder a squeeze and said, "Oh Wendi, you look so much better today - you must be feeling better huh? I hardly recognized you yesterday when I saw you! I said to myself - is that Wendi? And sure enough it was, but you obviously weren't feeling very well. Those long trips are hard huh?" So here I sit, having taken a couple of steps backward in my quest for vanity liberation. :) As mentioned, I did not have makeup on during my shopping expedition and had settled for my tasking day hair arrangement: throw a headband scarf on and tie the rest up into a pony tail. I was not ill. The long trip did not take that much of a toll on me. I was tired and overly warm, but actually feeling quite good. :) I know not every body would have shared in the sentiments of this one person, but still, I couldn't help but think that it must've been pretty bad based on her strong -albeit very caring- sympathy. :)