mary magdalene has left the building

PC's mama (that would be me) went out this weekend--twice. saturday night, went to a local lounge with my homegirl..last night, went for dinner and drinks with a group. both outings were inaugural celebrations, and, as a late convert to the Obama Machine, it felt good to be in a positive atmosphere, surrounded by positive ppl, celebrating a positive event. plus, it didn't hurt that a sista was in desperate need of good, clean, adult interaction and i got that.

so, on saturday, while standing in the coat check line getting me and my girl's coats, i run into this dude i used to date. Dude doesn't see me, but i see him, so i reach out and tap him on the shoulder, and we exchange pleasantries. Dude and i are still friends and talk from time to time, so it wasn't an awkward reunion at all, but i was simultaneously amused and irritated at his commentary when he saw me.

"wow," he kept saying over and over. "i can't believe that you're in here." "i just knew i'd see the 12 disciples before i'd ever see you." "i need to take a picture of this and post it to your blog." etc etc etc....

now sure, his commentary was humorous, but it also got on my nerves. i've written a blog about this topic on some levels before (see: same 'ol beans) about the shocked reactions that i got from a friend this summer when we hung out. 'who knew KW could kick it?' she said to me. ummmm...everyone who's known me for more than 6 months to a year, that's who...lol.

though i consider myself a spiritually-grounded person, i don't try to walk around with a halo on my head. i love justice and do mercy (as JC commanded), but i also listen to secular music, have an occassional glass of wine, hold grudges for a little bit too long when someone hurts my feelings, and let expletives fly from time to time (primarily when dealing with road rage). i am certainly a work-in-progress, and though i am not everything i want to be...i am most CERTAINLY not what i USED to be. when i go out now (on the rare ocassions that i do), i dance but nothing is being 'dropped like it's hot,' i may flirt, but i'm going home alone, and singing along to certain songs does sometimes make my ears and tongue burn now when it didn't in the past, but i still find myself bobbing my head and being sorry about it later, lol.

age, life experience, and children will many times grow you up, mellow you out, and settle you down if you weren't already settled. though i have always been an old soul, i've ALWAYS loved to have a good time, as my old friends will attest. along the way, i've lost a bit of myself, so, in my neverending 'new year, new you' campaign, i am spending time cultivating the KW in me--with all of her quirks and idiosyncracies. that includes stepping out from time to time, to ppl watch, dance, and hear good music. i'm saved, but not dead...and if my salvation could be cancelled by doing something 'less-than'holy,' (whatever that means), God would've been done with me--and all of us--a long time ago.

so give His Daughter a break: i'm saved, but not dead.