I want to be like that

I saw her today. Thirty five, brown short hair. With a woman's hairstyle; a woman's hairstyle like she knows she's a woman, not a teenager or twenty four/ twenty five year old, but a woman. Her dress was navy and to her knees, tight-but not too tight. I loved her red wallet and tan skin, perfectly manicured toes, and silver bracelet.

I saw her today- the woman I want to be.

I keep thinking one day I'll be her-the woman I want to be. One day I'll always have manicured toes-never chipping. One day I'll have a nice wallet, purse and shoes. One day I'll be confident. One day I'll feel like a woman, not a girl or something in the middle. One day....

phmmm (phmmm=deep sigh)

Why is this important to me? I feel like I sound so shallow, but as I was sitting at Starbucks staring at her, thinking I want to be like that-it mattered to me.

Gosh Lord where are You in any of my girl...ish thoughts?