Oh Internet, I can’t do it. I just can’t do it! Try as I may, I can’t pull off being a low-maintenance woman with emotional stability. Deep down inside I want to believe that I don’t need hair conditioner and my Temperpedic bed, but I do. And no matter how hard I try to keep my inner diva in the closet, she roars her ugly head at me while giving me three air snaps with attitude.

Some women can rock the I-just-threw-this-on look. Others can pull off the I’m-earthy-and-in-touch-with-the-hippy-inde-Anthropology-catalog vibe. I, on the other hand, hope for a hail Mary every time I open my closet, while praying something like, Dear SweetBabyJesus, I need a miracle. You parted the Red Sea and caused the lame to walk, I’m sure you can help me find an outfit today.

Statistical Percentages:

  • 62.5% of the time, I can throw something together that’s half-way decent.
  • The other 48.5% I end up on the floor of my room crying because I’m forlorn and forgotten in a cold, dark world.
  • 100% of the time Matt has no clue what to do with me.

To solidify the insecurity I have that I’m a perceived diva, my coworker Sophie returned from Staples Office Supply with this tape dispenser for me…

Β Needless to say, I have fooled no one. No. One.

Speaking of being emotionally unstable, today I’m presenting at the Catalyst West lab sessions. It’s a panel discussion on innovation and creativity and I’m totally nervous. Not only are the panel speakers absolutely amazing, today is one of those days that I have nothing to wear. I’m seriously on the verge of wearing my new tape dispenser as part of my outfit!

Please pray that the God who parted the Red Sea and enabled the blind to see will provide an outfit and all the right words to say. And if you don’t, my inner diva will roar her ugly head at you and give you three air snaps with attitude. πŸ˜‰

Thanks for being my friend, Internet. I love you.

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