I was given the opportunity to do something yesterday, something that is out-of-the-ordinary, but I passed. I let my nerves take over and I just couldn't push through the shortness of breath and the flop sweat.
How old am I?!? What is my problem???
I was asked to be in an info-mercial. They would have wardrobe, make-up the whole bit, but... I just panicked. 'Um... no thank you', was my reply.
I'm sure I could have rocked those khaki pants and that sweater set. Perhaps I could have worn pearls. Hair spray would be a must, this summer weather is making my hair frizz something crazy.
But I won't worry about it any more. When I see the info-mercial during a late-night of drinking wine and lounging in my sweats I will toast the brave woman who took my place.
I hope I get over myself someday.