Somewhere in the middle of day two – our longest and most intensive day – I started to kind of feel like a dead plant. This was because of my lack of exposure to the outside world. Mainly, I needed the sunlight to liven up my photosynthesis. Or something like that.
On the way up to my room to pick up my laptop at around 6 PM, I called my mom to see how her day was going (because I obviously am a wonderful daughter who calls daily just to say hello).
Admittedly, I was embittered by mom’s ability to enjoy the warm sunshine when I was rushing to get to three more hours of frigid inside-ness. Our conversation quickly ended, I grabbed what I needed from my room and jetted back to the ballroom for the evening’s sessions. On the way back down, I had one of those creepy inner dialogues (THAT EVERYONE TOTALLY DOES) about the way the rest of my night could potentially pan out. I quickly gave myself two options:
1. Wallow. Internally whine about how it’s 6:00 and instead of going home for a run, you’re headed into more meetings. Focus on that! Yes, oh my gosh! Get really upset about it and let it ruin your night. Go the whole nine and act like your 16. Be unprofessional. Get extra sassy! Walk around with the regional leadership and have a palpably sizeable chip on your shoulder. This will never come back to bite you. That last sentence was also a lie, but you are not thinking rationally right now, Diana, so you probably didn’t realize that.
2. Choose to be positive. Embrace the opportunity. Look for the silver-lining. Remember that today is just a sunshiney day and that tomorrow may be another one. If it’s not, there will be another one. Some day. Stop lusting after what someone else has and cherish what you have, just like mama always said. Put on a smile. Go the extra mile. Look for the beauty.
So, number two it was. Embrace positivity and look for the beauty.
Look for the beauty. (Here’s the part where I took deep breaths.) Look for the beauty. In a hotel. In East Brunswick. Where you are presumably teetering on the edge of becoming heavily symptomatic of cabin fever.
Okay, I thought, Ready, set, squint.
As I packed up my laptop and closed down my booth at the end of the night, I quickly realized this: Perceiving beauty is all about changing your perspective. Sometimes, it really is all about squinting.
Much like the way my old lady eyes struggle to see the words on the screens of a PowerPoint presentation or the numbers on a scoreboard at a basketball game, sometimes my sass causes me to miss the beauty. Sometimes, I just have to stop being a brat, take a step back, squint and refocus.