I don’t know about you, but sometimes I think my smile is as fake as this little guy’s. We all have those days, don’t we?
There’s a big meeting first thing at the office. I overslept because the baby has the croup. A nail broke getting out of the shower. Hubby forgot to pick up milk on the way home from work yesterday, so no quick cereal breakfast for kids today. Finally, in the car then the red refill light comes on reminding me that I didn’t remember to fill up last night.
Somehow, the kids are dropped off at school and the baby at the sitter. The day seems salvageable as I walk into the office until the receptionist looks at me kind of funny. Now what? She points at my shoes, barely controlling her urge to chuckle. Good grief! Should have known not to just slip on the closest shoes without looking: will anyone else notice they’re different colors?
In walks the boss, all smiles, and asking if I'm ready for the big meeting. The client is in the conference room waiting. It’s time for the presentation of a lifetime. So, I put on that almost real smile and walk in quickly so no one sees my mismatched shoes.
Are we being fake, or is it self-preservation? Maybe a little of both, but I really like Evageline’s quote. And you know what? I think she’s right. If we can put on our “happy face” no matter what, sooner or later, the happy starts to soak in.