We all have those moments when we wish the ground would swallow us up and hide us from the embarrassment we are to ourselves. I’ve had way too many of these moments recently. You know what I’m talking about…those moments when you strut out of the bathroom only to be told your skirt is tucked in (yes, that happened to me today), or those times you trip and fall down the stairs (did that one today, too).
The older I get, the better I get at laughing at myself. (I’ve always been somewhat of a klutz.) Why is it we feel like we are supposed to have it all together all the time? Why are we so worried about what others think? People who have it together often intimidate me. My closest friends are those who can admit their shortcomings, and keep on keeping on.
In my psychology class today, I was teaching about the brain and neurotransmitters. We were discussing how neurons continue to move into the cerebral cortex until emergent adulthood. Reasoning skills improve as more neurons move into this area of th brain. After class, one of my students said, “I’m gifted. I just haven’t opened all of my boxes yet.” I love this! Wish I could use that excuse!
I love Francesca Battistelli’s song, “This is the stuff” because it describes my life so well. Enjoy!