It just didn’t fit anymore.
It was as if my spirit… and my body had outgrown it.
As I stepped gingerly into my dress, zipped it slowly and tied a sloppy knot in my apron, it was no longer mine.
My regalia was the story of a young girl caught up in a world of sunshine, turmoil, culture and chaos trying desperately to find herself in a world that rendered her invisible. My regalia was the story of a young woman who shined brightest in the spotlight and lavished in the center of attention. My regalia was the story of passion, invigoration, vibrancy, life itself. That was the story she so desperately screamed.
I stood there knowing that I no longer needed my regalia to tell this story for me. I had become this story. I am now a 20 something “older” girl, not a girl, not yet a woman, who everyone knew was bright, bubbly, chaotic, loud, obnoxious and passionate. This story was emblazoned on my heart, I no longer needed my regalia to tell this story.
Thus the process of a new regalia began…
It’s so hard to explain to someone this process. The process of deciding even the most simple thing such as “what color” my regalia should be. I have this passionate love affair with my first regalia. So much time, energy, love and money had gone into the story it told. It has been to so many places, most importantly it holds the most delicate place in my heart. It tells the story of a senior in high school who embarked on a senior project where she found the one thing she had been missing, her heartbeat. It whispers constant reminders that my culture is the essence of my being, the backbone of my life, and the strength that enables me. It shouts a truth that I have found in all aspects of my life, be the light to those around you. This regalia is powerful.
The story your regalia tell is powerful.
I prayed about what my new story would be. I asked God to lead me down a path that would guide me to a story that he would have me tell. A story beyond my imagination. A story so strong, awe-inspiring, outstanding, remarkable…
A story he was not yet ready to tell. . .
For those of you that know me, you KNOW I have been talking about a new regalia for at LEAST three years. I have contemplated. Been to fabric stores. Contacted people. Prayed. Contemplated. Called. Picked out colors. But MY timing was never right..
I was waiting on something much more powerful to come into place…
His timing is now. The story is almost finished and I cannot wait to share it with you (: