Would you rather be a princess...

Saturday Night. Late... late.

Tonight we had a show in Brainerd, MN. We have been coming here to Minnesota for lots of years. And it's only been this year that I have been making jokes about Brain and Nerd and calling random people names on the street. One was Brain and the other was Nerd and they looked so nice. After us was a guy Sean Michaelle or Michelle or something... They weren't the cutest guys in the world. But I rediscovered my passion for blues. He had such a voice. Loved them.

After our show tonight where the sound messed up terribly and Ben sang in a completely different key and we all scrambled to find a harmony that worked and Beau and I ended up just trying not to laugh at each other but I finally found a harmony and sounded bad. I met this girl. She was one of the most naturally beautiful humans I've ever seen. She looked exactly how I imagine a princess should look, pretty blonde hair, rosy lips, and big, piercing, icy, gorgeous blue eyes. They were my favorite colour blue. Just the perfect sky blue. This girl was absolutely gorgeous. I loved that she didn't even seem to notice that she was so beautiful. And I thought she must be the happiest girl ever, all lookin' like a princess and whatnot. But after talking to her for a little while... I just noticed this sadness. idk, it didn't make much sense. I mean even when she wasn't talking about sad things, behind her eyes looked kinda sad. It started me thinking...

It reminded me of a question I asked all the people at our table at dinner last night,
"Would you rather be a beautiful princess who everyone knew & loved or completely happy but alone forever?" It was a toughy.

Looks aren't everything. I love beautiful things and people... but being beautiful doesn't make you happy.
Its whats inside that counts. Your joy, your love, your compassion, your feelings, your faith. Inner beauty. Those are the things that really matter. And I hope sometimes when people look at me, I hope they see my love for the Lord. I hope they see my joy. My happiness. My sadness. My trying to live my life for God. Trying to do the right thing. trying to correct my faults and mistakes. (And I have and make so many.)

I want people to see who I am inside. Good or bad. Ugly or beautiful.
I just want to be honest. I just want to be real.

But I also want to be a princess someday... Or a pirate. Which ever comes first.