
Author, Janet Perez Eckles
“No way,” I said to the lady across the counter at the airport, “that bag has my make-up.
Isn’t that crazy? When I was told my bags took their own trip to a different location, I panicked. Not worried about my clothes, books or material for the presentation, I was fretting for my make-up.
Why are we that way? Why do we allow our muscles to stiffen over silly things? We fret about the glitches that really don’t matter that much.