A friend of a friend

A friend of a friend died.  She was on 37 years old.  She was vibrant, full of life, and hairdresser to many.  If fact, I think it is safe to say, with Roxanne rich, poor, straight, gay, black, yellow, red, or white - she loved everyone.

I looked at the pictures posted on Facebook.  Ladies loving life!  Smiles, red lipstick, perfect makeup - it was all there to see.  I found myself somewhat envious - not that they had lost this special friend, but the bond the ladies shared.  They embraced their inner crazy.  I want to embrace my inner crazy and not worry about what others think.  I want to put on interesting clothes, wear red lipstick, live life to the fullest without wondering what others think.

God, why is that so?  Why do I have this inner voice of insecurity that doesn't allow it?  Why am I afraid of what others think?  Do people really even "think" about others? I know I watch and look at people, I enjoy observing others.

How silly I am...I am 63 and it is time to begin not worrying about all the spider veins in my legs - if I want to wear a dress - do it! It's time to try on some bold lipstick - and wear it! It is time for me to live life to the fullest.

You are beautiful - friend of a friend - Prayers that this little girl of your loves life to the fullest just like her moma.