Letting go of "perfect" in exchange for unkempt magnificence
I was so hoping to get the perfect Blogger Social picture in my "pretty girl" dress and gloves (with tons of hairspray to make sure my curls would stay, well, curly). Especially since it's not a three-hundred dollar look but a silly three-dollar Lady Liberty hat that people most enjoy. Go figure.
So here I am on the left trying my best to smile and pose perfectly for the camera. I'm trying so hard to look like I have it all together. And I distinctly remember saying to the photographer "Please hurry, I don't know how much longer I can keep this plastic smile on my face!"
And then as the photos are slowly being uploaded to our Flickr Photolog (be patient folks, there are hundreds of them to upload!), I find out the most peculiar thing.
My favorite photo doesn't have me looking anywhere near perfect. Nope. In fact I look in total disarray.
My favorite photo is one where my hair is a freakin' mess, I have camera redeye and I'm just bursting with emotion somewhere between laughter and tears.
And all of a sudden, perfectly posed pictures don't matter.
What matters is not how I looked but how I felt when I literally (!) flew to embrace Arun Rajagopal.
The back story on Arun is that he had to rally to get a visa from Oman to the United States -- he had to go to the embassy with an official "Blogger Social" letter with a popping champagne cork for the letterhead! -- to make it halfway 'round the world to Social. And he did all this after having lost his mum just a few weeks ago. And yet he brought a chain to adorn my momma tree that he's been carrying for darn near a year.
What matters is that I am beyond grateful to have this moment in time forever captured. What matters is that it truly reflects not the "look" but the "feeling" of the moment...and the magic of the entire event.
And what really matters is that I had the opportunity to impress upon people not with the perfect outfit or glittery eye makeup but with getting to actually impress upon them with a hug...and even with a kiss.
Here's me kissing Connie Reece, who just happened to be--according to the excellent opinion that is me--the most beautiful woman in the room.
To hell with perfect poses.
Especially when I'm lifted by such perfectly beautiful people. Other lessons learned right here.
PS: Here is me hugging my good, good buddy David Reich while aboard the USS Blogger Social. David used to think blogging was a waste of time...but instead became a generous and important voice in this community.
What's more? His kindness.
He even turned his personal house into a veritable hotel to host not one, not two, but FOUR marketers so they could be at Social with us--none of which he'd actually 'met' before. And had a BLAST as a result.
PPS: Oh, wait, it occurs to me I should at least show my friend Arun's handsome face. Here is a shot of us smiling all pretty for the cameras. It's a wonderful posed picture...but nowhere near the candid above showing my overwhelming emotions.