The Skirt I Was Afraid To Wear

I bought a skirt a couple of months ago.

She is fabulous and fancy—
a whole personality.

I could’ve saved her for a special occasion—
but those are few and far between.

She’s a fun skirt, and it felt a little sad
watching her sit in that closet—
not being seen.

So, I actually prayed that I would be brave enough to wear it.
(Not all prayers have to be serious.)

“Will you help me be a light today?

Will you help me be brave enough

to wear this skirt I’ve been dying to wear?”

It didn’t feel like a big, spiritual moment.
Just a quiet, ordinary—and maybe a little silly prayer.

But yesterday—
A small jolt of courage—
and the next thing I knew, I was wearing that skirt.

To be honest—
I was nervous.

What would people think?
Would they take me seriously in a skirt like that?

I think sometimes I make things bigger in my head
than they actually are.

Sometimes bravery doesn’t look like big, life-altering decisions.
Sometimes it looks like wearing the thing
you almost talked yourself out of.

Sometimes it looks like stepping out of hiding
and being seen.

She’s a whole personality.

And maybe that is the point.

Maybe I wasn’t trying to be seen in the skirt—

maybe I was just trying to stop hiding.