Because sometimes the inspiration to rise from the ashes, squeeze lemonade and soar like eagles comes from the unlikeliest of people and places.
I posted on Facebook this morning about my “bad hair day.”
I did it mostly because I don’t mind making fun of myself. In fact, that is one thing I can say I am good enough at doing I should be earning a professional paycheck for it.
We must try not to take ourselves too seriously.
I was given a boost from some construction workers this morning. Keep in mind those guys were working in Tulsa, where they have so many potholes to fill, they likely won’t have time to look at women for the next 25 years.
The potholes basically worked as beer goggles as I went by, my hair a nest under my disguise of a ball cap.