This week I am guest blogging with my friend, Rachel Britton as part of her #BeBoldGirl series. I appreciate the opportunity to share my thoughts and I’m very excited that I get to meet Rachel in person this fall.
I didn’t do it on purpose. I wasn’t trying to be nosy. Honest. I just happened to glance down at my college professor’s desk as I handed in my paper. She had a seating chart to help her remember the names of her students. The word she had written next to my name jumped out at me like a flame — plain. Not great smile. Not curly hair. Not wire-rimmed glasses. Plain. Ouch.
That was almost 40 years ago, yet I still remember the incident clearly. It is a testament to the power of words.