Who cares

As I was walking in to work today, for some reason, I looked down and realised that my underskirt was showing. Not a big thing, you might think...then again, you might think, as I did, OMG. How awful!! What a disgrace! But, as I was on my way to work, there was nothing I could do about it.

Now, to put this faux pas into perspective...it wasn't that my underskirt was longer than my dress, it's just that as I was walking, my hem was blowing in the wind. Et voila! But still, the underskirt was going to show every time I reached for anything on a shelf if it showed as I walked! Horror of horrors!

Enter stage right...my swans. As I have said before (okay, you're probably fed up hearing it by now, but tough!) I find the swans calming, and they did not disappoint today either.

By the time I had walked the length of the strand I was no longer fretting about my wardrobe malfunction.

Acceptance.

I accepted the fact that my underskirt was showing and I could not go home to change it. But more importantly, I accepted that it was going to make not the slightest bit of difference to anyone! No one was going to stop me in the street and tell me I was a state. No one was going to tell me to leave the shop if I couldn't even dress myself properly. No one else cared!! They all have their own lives to get on with!

So today I am grateful for accepting that in the scheme of things, I am only one small grain of sand on the beach, and all the other grains of sand are doing the best that they can too!

Gratefully yours.
xx