Whenever we get a new Word of the Week (WOW), I keep it front and center in my mind when I’m out and about living life.
DISCERNMENT was pre-picked before I left for vacation, and truthfully, it was competing with a few other words I had planned.
RELAXING. SIGHT-SEEING. SHOPPING. DINING. (To name a few.)
While enjoying one of those four major vacation groups, I had a complete LAPSE of discernment, because of the F word.
Back in the day (think early 80’s) when my hair was sky high, my Guess jeans a single-digit size and Candies pumps adorned my feet, I was accustomed to cat-calls, head turns and overt compliments. Oh, the good ‘ole days!
As the 40’s sailed by and the 50’s were ushered in, so did a kind of invisibility.
Do you know what I mean?
I bet you do.
Anyway, I was strolling through the idyllic village of Carmel (yes, where Clint Eastwood used to be the Mayor) and doing my part to support the local economy (HA! A euphemism for burning up my credit card.) Side note: The place was really lovely; so nice that when I got a ticket for overstaying my parking welcome I wrote the city a thank you note with my payment.
As I was strolling, this stunning woman who looked like a cross between Jennifer Lopez and Ariana Grande stopped me to say how beautiful I was.
I looked around and yes, she was talking to ME.
Thus began the seduction of Brenda 53.0.
That one line led to a sample of the face cream she was shilling. A magical cream with a price tag of $700.
You almost spilled your coffee, didn’t you? For $700 you have to not only tell me I’m beautiful but also personally come and apply it to my face everyday for me to even THINK about spending that much.
Mama didn’t raise no fool.
Or did she?
Then Jennifer/Ariana broke out a serum that, when applied, gives the appearance of an eye-lift. I felt it. It really worked.
But I had to walk. Compliments ensued. (She was SO good.)
Now friends, I have have been down this road before. The previous culprit was, ironically, three years ago – also in the great state of California. Santa Barbara, to be exact. At that time an exotic, Marc Anthony-type stopped me and, really, acted like he wanted to whisk me away to Costa Rica for a clandestine getaway.
$300 of skin products later, I said to myself, “NEVER again.” I was on the lookout for handsome, smooth-talking men with face cream in their hands.
What I didn’t account for was a beautiful woman having the same effect on me.
You would have been a little bit proud. I did thank her for her time and prepare to walk out. As I grabbed my handbag and headed toward the door, all of sudden, because I was SO beautiful and she was SO concerned about my drooping eyes, the serum the cream AND a body lotion would all just cost me $200 (but don’t tell anyone. This was a special deal because I was so amazing.)
Yep. I bought it. Even KNOWING on the inside that I’d just been taken.
Beware of trips to California and attractive men OR women who will flatter all the discernment out of you.
But the real question is: Do my eyes look better?
And so we begin a brand, spanking new WOW with a call to AUTHENTICITY.
It’s a good one. And here’s to a great week!