I’ve long loved the underdog.
I’m the sort who’ll gladly adopt a three-legged animal, root for the losing team, and purchase something simply for the character.
Perhaps it’s an understanding we have–the underdog and I.
Granted, I do possess the ability to blend at times. To me, sleeping at a two star hotel is something akin to camping. I love fanciful linens, fine china, and playing dress up. Plop me in a boutique and I will head straight for the most expensive item, every time–not for a brand name or the numerals on a price tag, but simply because it’s what I love.
And I do love the finer things.
So it is you may be tempted to believe I have it all together–that I’m really quite something. Until, of course, I trip on my own two feet and fall on my face.
With that, I suppose it’s good I was not born of royalty. After all, I just might send out royal correspondence on the likes of this . . .
But tell me, wouldn’t that face make you smile, at least a bit? And he’s a good reminder, too–we may not all possess the grace of a swan, but most assuredly we all may cultivate an abundance of character. And that just might be the best thing of all . . .