I believe every experience in my life to be valuable for learning something that can make the rest of my life, from that point forward, better.
Here’s a “for instance:”
Coffee, which is vitally important to me on any given day takes on a greater significance after an evening spent enjoying the privilege of a bottomless mimosa. The morning after one such evening, I, truly needing my fix, headed to The Coffee Bean unshowered, without addressing hair and makeup, dressed in raggedy sweats and Uggs that had truly seen many, MANY better days. So, I’m standing in line impatiently waiting for my coffee and, from the looks of it, some spare change.
I hear the door open and someone gets in line behind me. Then, I feel breath on my neck so I turn around to give this too-close-in-line-stander a dirty look. Mission accomplished, I turn my cranky ass back around to wait for my coffee. After a few minutes, I feel a tap on my shoulder.
“Excuse me, is your name Kym?”
At second glance, I recognized this guy as the bartender from the Happy Hour spot near the office.
Now it never fails, whenever I go out looking like roadkill, I run into every one that I know. But this was easily the worst I have ever looked…in public…at a coffee shop…in the U.S. (How quickly we forget Tijuana…)
“No, I’m not,” I replied, embarrassed, “but you’re not the first person to ask me that.”
“Yeah, you kinda look like her but you look better.”
WTF??? Apparently, my homeless skid row junkie look is better than my A game.
So, there are two things that I learned from this encounter:
- Every once in a while, you come across a rare person who just prefers the truth of the matter, regardless of how ugly it is, over a dressed up lie.
- Perhaps when I’m trying to put out what I think is my A game, I should stop grading on a curve.
To be continued…(once the shame subsides.)