For the last week I have been obsessing over a problem. It is something that is truly frustrating. Something that my reaction to only made worse. So I have been obsessing about it. I have been worrying and complaining and thinking about it all the time. It has stopped me from writing, it has stopped me from talking to other people for fear of making things worse, it has just stopped me in my tracks.
The worst part for me, was when they told me about it, I had a really hard time remembering who he was. I drove the kid home. I spent over an hour in the car with him. And I barely recognized his name. And it took me a while to match it up with a face in my head.
Today as I was leaving the store I heard a mother tell her daughter, who was working on hiding her face, one of those phrases I think we all heard as we were growing up.
One day you will realize how beautiful you are.