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Thursday, 5 November 2015

Growing Up


I bought myself a new pair of boots last week. Proper snazzy they are - check out the photo! My default setting in winter is to wear black leather ankle boots and I set out to the shops in search of my usual style. However, just like when I realised about ten years ago that instead of dyeing my hair brown I could choose any colour I liked - and I happened to like purple very much - I found myself browsing a different selection. I wore them out to dinner that evening. My gorgeous Italian sister-in-law declared them (rightly) to be things of absolute beauty. My mum didn't know what to think. Only my brother responded with a question: "Why have you bought boots like that at your age?" My excited reply was, "It's because I'm my age that I've bought them!"

When we're little, the reason we get new things to wear is because we've grown. I remember receiving a gift of a 3-6 month babygro when my first son was born and thinking he would never fit into anything so huge. Of course I was wrong, and moving on to that sleep-suit was just the start of what felt like an endless progression of new this and new that until he could finally fund his own way through his wardrobe.

In the story of Hannah and Samuel. the detail I love is that when she visited her son each year up at the Temple, she would take with her a new garment for him. I imagine her sewing away in the weeks leading up to that reunion, all the time dreaming of how he must have changed since they last met.

We don't always like change. Even growth - the best sort of change - can be painful or at least uncomfortable during the transition. But if there is no growth, no metaphorical or literal need for a bigger outfit, then what have we got? Without stretching ourselves to higher goals or larger achievements we have settled for the status quo (the safe black boots), normally heralding the beginning of a backward slide.

This year I am participating in NaNoWriMo for the first time. I get cross with myself for saying I'm a writer but doing so little of it and so this month I have decided to push myself hard and kick-start a new habit to re-order my priorities. Typically, wouldn't you know, November has brought more interior design business into the diary than recent months, so the challenge already feels harder. As I enter each day's word count into the little box at the top of my homepage, I am like Hannah making a bigger outfit for her son. I have been given a gift, as she was, that I have dedicated to God and through joy as well as hardship I am determined to see it grow.

5 comments:

  1. "Like", Jayne, (and the boots!)

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  2. Beautiful post! I too am in a season of "shrugging off" some of my old habits and buying some new clothes to fit the personality of the "me" I am now.. (And I secretly want to dye my hair blue or green or purple and perhaps get a tasteful tattoo - perhaps not both at once!) Well done on your growth and your challenge. "Eshet Chayil"!

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  3. I love the positivity of choosing to be yourself that runs through this post. Our choices can often get bolder with age because - well, because we've learnt not to mind the opinions of others quite so much and we value our individuality and ways of expressing it. Most change is unwelcome, but change that lies within our power to control is different. Keep on being true to yourself. Buy the shoes, eat the cookies, wear..whatever you like! :)

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  4. Can't wait to see those boots! Great post.

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