Catching a glimpse in a store window, hearing my heels click, feeling the breeze up my dress – none of it ever gets old.
There is one little thing however that I recently experienced twice that sent me into an a whole new level of joyfulness. You know how when women talk to each other they sometimes take one hand and place it lightly onto the forearm of the other woman as they chat away? It’s like they have a need to make a physical connection to another woman to show they are comfortable talking with them. That happened to me on two separate occasions recently, once at a restaurant and another time at a mall. I was sky high in the pink cloud for a long time afterwards because they had accepted me as being another woman. A little thing but way up there on the impact scale.