



This past week, it felt like one embarrassing moment after another was determinedly keeping me humble and in the moment. Not only did my bikini top pop right off while I strode along a crowded beach, but, the next day, I also slipped on a wet floor in front of all my coworkers while simultaneously knocking everything off a nearby table and all over me.
I am reminded of those “embarrassing moment” pages in teen magazines where the girl is mortified because she once came out of the bathroom, toilet paper attached in one manner or another. In a typical way, the girl was usually informed about her embarrassing mistake by “the cutest boy in school,” which subsequently sends her into a tailspin of feeling as if the world had come undone over a simple misplaced piece of toilet paper and, thus, could never be put back together.
I can’t deny that I was once like that, a young girl overly conscious of other’s opinions. I think most people are at one time or another, usually in the awkward growing up stages of the teen and pre-teen years. Yet, the usual red cheeks and mortification never followed the potentially embarrassing moments of this past week (bikini top and full-on, rear-to-the-floor fall included).
Then it hit me, maybe that is a sign of my growing up and feeling more comfortable and confident about who I am. It may also be that the formerly embarrassing situations of my childhood are no longer relevant but, instead, have been replaced by other situations, such as misspeaking in front of my boss or in some other professional setting.