Sooo… Today I had the wonderful experience of getting a pedicure in the middle of the day. I had a class for my job which got out extremely early and happen to be across the street from a nail salon. It was a wonderful blessing to be able to sit for a little while, read a magazine and have someone make my feet pretty. 🙂 It’s the little pleasures sometimes. Anyway, I was very amused when the red color that I chose was called “I’m not really a waitress.” That made me laugh to myself, because it might as well have said, “I’m not really a banker.” There are so many days in my job where I feel that ALL I am is a banker. Seeing as being a banker is the solution to the present need for income, I enjoy many aspects of the job.. but there are those days, when I would love to tell everyone around me in a tone just above a whisper, “you know what? I’m not REALLY a banker.” But the important thing is, I’m not. I am more things than that. And sometimes after spending a week’s worth of long days in a job that takes so much energy, it’s really comforting to remind myself that I am…. a wife of a wonderful man who loves the Lord and loves me; I’m the daughter of two wonderful parents; I am an aunt to 10 fabulous kids; I am a sister; I am a friend to some wonderful people; I am a daughter in law; I am a cook who enjoys a challenge and loves feeding people; I am someone who likes to decorate my apartment and loves to entertain; I am a girl who loves to read books from her childhood; I am someone who relishes the time at home when I can pretend if only for a few hours… that I am a housewife; but most of all, I am a child of God– and that gives me more identity than stack of business cards or the nameplate on my desk. Never has red toe-nail polish been so therapeutic for me.