“Unable.” < --- Life Lessons from Capt. Sullenberg

From now on when I can’t do something, that will be my answer.  No explanations.  Just a simple, “unable.”  I would give examples, but I don’t want to alarm the people who are asking me to do things I fear I can’t do.

I passed this store yesterday.  I think it said “make-up for professionals” or “professional makeup,” I forget.  In any case, it’s a Makeup Forever store and it reminded I have to start seriously thinking about what I look like.  I’m going to be getting up in front of people again and again to give talks, readings, etc., and I’ll be miserable if I don’t feel pretty.  

I need to pick outfits, schedule a facial, a pedicure—no one will see my feet, but it will put a necessary spring in my step.  And maybe I should stop by this place? We better not have this conversation though:

Me:  Make me pretty, please.
Them:  Unable.

Stacy Horn

I've written six non-fiction books, the most recent is Damnation Island: Poor, Sick, Mad, and Criminal in 19th-Century New York.

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