All Spruced Up

[MajestyJo]

I was raised to dress for church. I was in my God's Holy Presence. I had to show respect and wore a hat, gloves, and my Sunday go meeting clothes.

I was in my early 30s when I went to my best friend's father's funeral. On of her sisters showed up in blue jeans. I was horrified. I figured it was because it was held in a Roman Catholic Church, and figured they had so many rules and regulations, that they should enforce some respect for this sacred space.

I had to learn that I needed to do the same for my self. Respect myself and others would respect me. I need to learn to dress in a way that attracted others, but not attract for the wrong reasons.

For so many years, I looked for love in all the wrong places. I looked for attention, validation, and affirmation.

I remember the story of Pat and Mike going to a friend's funeral. He was an athiest. Pat said to Mike, "Look at him, all dressed up and no where to go."