Remember the other day when I wrote about the movie Bad Moms and how it made me look at things differently. The bracelet reminder has been huge for me. But this weekend, I had a totally imperfect moment that with all my negative self-talk could have easily been made into a huge mess and it almost did.
You see we were at my happy place, a Carolina Railhawks game. Before the game, I think I changed my shirt at least 5 or 6 times not happy with each one I put on. Not sure, if it was the hormones or what but I just felt like a blob. Nothing fit right and I could have easily stayed home from the game. But luckily, we had invited some friends to go with us, so there was no staying home for me.
I put on my best face and out the door we went. Of course, my mood perked up a little because I had that Starbucks White Chocolate Mocha before we left. But when we got to the game. I totally forgot how I looked.
I was just thankful to be back at my happy place. It had been almost 2 months since we had gone. I know shocker right. I was so glad to be back and loved watching the kids have fun at the game and was even able to snap a few pictures. I totally got one with my favorite Austin Da Luz. As I was posting all the pictures I had taken on Instagram on the ride home from the game, I hesitated posting the picture of Da Luz and I.
I thought to myself there is going to be a lot of photo editing on that one. I look gross. My hair is out of place and OMG look how fat I am. So I didn’t post the picture. Well until last night, (two days later)!
Last night I looked at the picture again and saw what I didn’t see before, the smile I had on my face was genuine. I was truly happy. Why because when that picture was taken, I wasn’t thinking about how I looked I was in the moment. I mean the moment was pretty special to me. Da Luz basically climbed the fence to snap the photo with me. That is why the smile was genuine because being in the moment is being the best you can be.
I will have to say before I read the book, Breaking Up with Perfect by Amy Carroll, I totally would not have posted that picture but this time, I didn’t let my negative self-talk get in the way. And I posted it for all the world to see.
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