"Hmmm," I pondered staring in my closet..."should I wear my awesome long skirt with the cool corduroy jacket? No," I thought to myself, "It's such a great outfit...I'll wear it next Tuesday when I teach the career workshop class. I'll just wear this red top I bought in China; it's not that cool, but it doesn't matter...no one really sees me or cares, and it'll keep me warm enough."
8:30 a.m.
"Okay, who's teaching today?" someone asked.
"It's Brother Anderson," I said. "He's today and I'm next week."
"He's very ill...he called yesterday and he sounded terrible! I don't think he will be coming in. Looks like you're on!"
"But," to myself I stammered, "I'm NOT DRESSED FOR IT!"
Ah, vanity...where do you come from?
Where do you sneak into our lives??!?!?!?!?!?!?
And, truthfully, who cares anyway...really?!?!??!
Obviously, vainly, I did and do....so sad.
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