So, let me be frank. I chose this picture and tell this story for a couple of reasons. First, it’s a great excuse to use a picture of myself with professional makeup and photography. No, no shame at all. Second, it’s a hilarious example of how moms choose photos they look great in, even though the kids look like they just got sucked up in the vacuum cleaner and spit out again. And lastly, it’s a fun example of how usually, life looks fancier than it is (Instagram, I’m talking to you), but sometimes life is fancier than it looks. Let me explain.
Typically, a Wednesday morning looks like sweats, dishes, reading stacks of picture books. It looks like dust bunnies, loose chickens, maybe an overflowing toilet. It might look like a morning spent baking or laundry piled up or maybe any of these things forsaken for a beach day, but this morning it looked like dancing to inappropriately loud pop music in my bedroom while packing my suitcase. Fifi came in to join me, drawn by the beat, and in true precocious 5-year-old fashion, demanded that I shan’t dance and that she shall be the only one to do the dancing.
“Mommy, don’t dance!” she shouts over the thumping bass.
“I have to!” I shout back, shimmying over to the full length mirror to get a proper view of my sweet moves while clad in saggy sweat pants and tee shirt I just wore overnight and then worked out in.
“No, Mommy, don’t!”
“But I have to dance, I’m going to New York!” I shouted my final reply. Yes, I was packing my pink suitcase with a dirty bun and saggy sweats, proving that life is sometimes fancier than it looks! I’m leaving the preciously patina’d (did I just make that up?) yet sometimes grubby reality of daily life to be swept off to the glamour of NYC for a night and day of super-fancy author duties such as, but not limited to, signing books at the Book Expo of America!
That’s right, you heard me. All day I’m getting ready and I have absolutely no chill. I am a huge book nerd and am so proud and grateful to be invited to this event. When I received the invitation, I responded back in all caps and have been planning my outfits for weeks—which is why I have to dance away all my excitement so I don’t knock anyone over at the Expo and festivities. Pray for me.
So, please! Come say hi to me and the peeps at Harper Collins at the Book Expo of America. It’s booth #2046. If any of you reading this are going to be that way, I’ll be signing books in the booth on Friday from 1:45-2:45, and I’d love to meet you!
Also, I’ll be flying straight to Seattle to teach at the Daughters Conference on Saturday, so if you’re on that side of the country you can register here.
The moral of the story is, sometimes life is a bit… lifey. You know, work, school, dishes, repeat. Those days are important, the building blocks of doing great things. And sometimes, well, you get to go do something that once was only a dream, and you just have to dance in your bedroom about it.
If you have something to dance about, do it! Whatever it is! Let’s not let Fifi be the boss of who dances and who doesn’t, because while a trip to NYC is a magical unicorn in my otherwise plain but beautiful life, there’s almost always something to dance about. Shall we?