I sold a book to a stranger!

My ever present saleslady! 

So I was taking my hairdresser my book as a gift. I have such fun going to the hairdresser. One of her clients wanted to see my book. I love to tell people to slide their hand across the cover. The embossment adds a texture to what I want to be a sensual feeling reading the poems and looking at the art. This is because my senses were alive as I created it. Beginning as love poems, evolving  into so much more. This gives me such life and warmth. A time of struggle, during Pandemic, the will  to be within my theme. The questions of Covid will I get it, will I qualify for the vaccine. So much is out of all our hands. So my hair has a fresh trim and I kept looking at the women holding my book and turning the pages. She was reading it with great intention. I felt it was great! Then in my history of being a salesperson and working in advertising I piped out $20. I just happened to have an extra book. It was not as perfect for the envelope I put the book in and it had pen marks on it. Ah the perfectionist comes forth. I saw the damaged envelope was marked. I  told her. This was what I struggled with;  Perfectionism has slowed me for years. I read somewhere the only perfect job is a job undone. So I will let go of imperfection  and just continue my excitement!  

So as I finish today's entry after a wonderful day. On to evening and treasuring my life, having sold a book!