It took me at least 20 minutes and a pack of Hubba Bubba to get the perfect shot of me blowing a bubble for a picture yesterday. Something silly and fun turned into work for me, per my Enneagram 3 mentality.
There were lots of laughs involved in getting the picture, but deep down, I was kind of frustrated.
My husband was off to the side blowing bubbles with ease, and every time I’d get close, mine would pop! My bubble would literally burst. And I thought about how many times in life I have felt the exact way I did standing on a rooftop in front of a camera smacking gum.