But seriously, I could choose to focus on the things that aren't going so well in my life, but like a skilled photographer ( not yet one), I crop a little, shoot at angles, blur, brighten and remove red eye, and violá! Focus chosen. Is it a form of denial? No, but it is a surefire way to remain sane. Have you ever hung around an incessant whiner or pessimist? I have. And I hated every minute. So focus I must. Click, whir, crop- instagrammed happiness. I find it in everything, and anything, if I look hard enough.
So when I somehow ended up with a spontaneous burst blood vessel in my eye on Friday, I refocused and did my hair. The eye was something that would pass in two weeks and over which I had no control. Funny thing is, people noticed my hair and my smile before they noticed my blood shot eye.
Except of course, Principessa.
Principessa: You scary, mama. Your eye red.
Prada Principal: I know, baby.
Principessa: You chubby.
Um... Principessa - one, Prada - zero
I won't let her break me. Focused.
Pp
1 comment:
Hahahahaha (@principessa)! Good word, pp, really good word.
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