Fly Confident

Good news, blog fans! It is official, I am now back from my hiatus. I’ve had a great summer, full of stories, some of which you already know. However, I’m thrilled to be back. *Cue loud boisterous music*

Since my return, I have not resumed blogging right away for the simple reason that I’m in the midst of trying to get my life back in order. So much to do, and so little time. So I’ve slowly but surely been adapting back to my normal life.

As I’ve done so, I’ve discovered something new about myself. With all I’ve had to be doing as of late, I’ve found that not only am I learning a great deal, I’m also enjoying myself. I’ve relaxed a great deal, and as I’ve learned to roll with the punches, a new sense of confidence has overtaken me.

This sense of confidence can be deadly, though, as I discovered the other day. I had an early meeting for my new job, one that went over policy, regulations, benefits, etc. The meeting lasted for about two hours. At its conclusion, I was more than ready to flee, but had to stop to use the restroom on the way out.

Upon reaching said destination, I found, to my horror, that my fly had been unzipped the entire time. How could this be?!! All had gone so well, and everything had been taken care of. It was a slap in the face. My mind raced, trying to figure out who had noticed. I wondered if anyone had, and if they had, would they have had the courtesy to inform me (somehow I doubt it).

That sense of confidence I had felt had long since passed, and I felt like the biggest goober on the planet. Fortunately, rational thought eventually returned. How often do people stare at random strangers’ crotches? Especially when, at 8:30 in the morning, all anyone can think about is food or coffee.

Plus, thanks to a dizzying bout of heat rash from which I’d been recovering, I had unprofessionally (but very healthily) chosen not to tuck in my shirt. Go me.

So when you’re feeling confident in life, remember that you can still royally screw up, without actually knowing it. To avoid this, I’d recommend, at the very least, to remember to zip up your fly.