A Matter of Perspective

Today was one of those days where nothing seemed to go right.

 

I had booked a morning appointment at a hair and makeup salon to get ready for a profile photo shoot, but I overslept and rushed out, ending up five minutes late. To make matters worse, I took the wrong elevator in the building where the salon was located (it didn’t even stop at the right floor. :( ), so I had to wait for another one, costing me an extra three minutes. The weather was unusually hot today, and I was sweating buckets. Then, heading to the studio, I got on a bus going the wrong direction. While waiting for the right bus, I bought a baguette at a bakery near the stop, but it tasted slightly sour. I ate it anyway, not wanting to miss the bus over a refund. Finally, I got on the correct bus and reached the studio building, only to take the wrong exit and climb four floors for nothing… haha. Later, when I went to a kalguksu restaurant for dinner, a sudden downpour soaked my lower half. Looking at it this way, today was truly a tough day.

 

But I think it’s all about perspective.

 

Sure, I was a bit late, but the salon staff didn’t mind at all, and everyone there was so kind. Getting bold makeup done for the first time in my life was actually pretty exciting. The photographers at the studio were all friendly and gave thoughtful directions. (I heard “lower your chin” and “drop your left shoulder” so many times that I realized my posture is really bad.) The studio’s signature natural-light profile photos, featuring flowers, were stunning even in their raw form, as they showed me during the shoot. Plus, they edited my ID photos quickly, so I could see them right away.

On top of that, despite my recent worries about my own usefulness, I found joy in making small achievements at my husband’s company, where my help is still needed. The kalguksu restaurant I’d been craving was just a bus ride away, and thanks to my dad’s phone call reminding me to bring an umbrella, I was prepared for the rain. Above all, the kalguksu was delicious, and the açai bowl I had for dessert was amazing.

 

 

Ultimately, how I remember this day depends on my perspective. When I think about it, the joyful and grateful moments far outnumbered the bad ones. I want to become someone who focuses more on those moments going forward.

 

in the studio!