First off, is it just me, or does anyone else look at this picture and think, "Hello, Clarice"?
Just needed to get that out of the way. Anyway, in April, I was able to attend the RT Times writers convention. I was going to have a signing, and was excited to meet with fans, friends, and a lot of other authors whose books I love.
I decided to take some extra time and effort with my appearance and used a new product on my face, but I had a bad reaction to it. I woke up the first morning and found myself with around fifty (and I'm underestimating) whiteheads. They were small, but they were noticable. It felt like I had glued gravel to my face.
I did everything I could think of. I picked, masked, iced; heck, I even Biore stripped them. (Yes, I talk a lot, but those are Biore strips, not my friends taping my mouth shut.) Well, nothing helped. If anything, it got worse! Finally, I decided not to let my face determine the level of fun I would have at the conference . So I put on my normal make-up, wore an extra big smile, and went on my way. Sure, it wasn't exactly the way I had envisioned my experience, but you know what? It really didn't matter. I didn't let it distract me and I had a great time.
I think this can apply to lots of things in our lives. Have you ever had a time when you didn't look your best, or things didn't go as planned, but you chose to have a good time anyway?