The sixth rule of Tuesday Girls to the Rescue is No shirts or shoes…
If your picturing a bunch of topless, barefoot women sitting around drinking coffee then
It’s really not that kind of party.
I am a great faker. I have studied the art of making an appearance my entire life. It’s hard to explain how well I do it. I spent my childhood pretending to not be damaged. Who are we kidding? I have spent most of my life pretending, avoiding the effects of the child abuse I suffered. I hated any weakness in me. Crying in front of people was a skill that had to be learned. A gift of vulnerability that I celebrate now.
As I matured, I was attracted to activities that deepened that skill. I performed musically and dramatically. I knew how to smile through pain, discomfort, sadness and mistakes. Professionally, this is a skill and a talent. However, when this *talent* begins to spill over into your personal life, it starts to steal your authenticity.
When Tuesday mornings arrive, I know that I can just be me. To be frank, sometimes when I look perfectly poised and put together, it is my best defense mechanism. As I mature and recognize the value of vulnerability in all of my relationships, I become less likely to hide my problems. I can wear my ugly shoes, my hat over undone hair and leave my jewelry at home. Tuesday girls aren’t judging by appearance, they are waiting to hear my heart.
Having a lovely, supportive circle of women around you while learning these lessons is vital. I hope you find your circle. It is a very fine thing.