Nan Baker Moretz
~Southern Woman, Wife, Mother, Sister, Daughter, Auntie, NanNan
~Blogger, Office Assistant, Welder, Plasma Cutter, Metal Artist
~Lover Of Life, Laughter, Beach, Biking, Reading, Funny Embarrassing Stories and Friendship
Let’s face it, we have all had those ridiculously embarrassing moments of feelings of when we could just die! Yes, those excruciatingly, ludicrous, mind-boggling, can we please take back or undo, can’t-believe-we-did-that, kind of moments. Those particular moments that we are not very proud of, at all. Those particular moments that we have trouble divulging to ourselves and much less to anyone else. Agonizing moments that are too raw to tell even our best friends. We are talking about those embarrassing little faux-pas that occasionally happen upon our lives. Those embarrassing moments that happen when we have other things on our mind or are not totally concentrating by paying attention to the task at hand. Or perhaps, just perhaps, the basic and most common problem is the problem of drinking too much! Those times when we wish we could hide underneath the covers until the unsettling feeling passes. That feeling of dread. That walk of shame. That wondering, harrowing feeling if we will ever be able to show our face in public again. That feeling that you feel immediately afterward or the first memory of when you wake up. Yes, that feeling. The wish you had not said or done that feeling. The feeling of those times when we wish we could run away never to return to this particular place in time. Or of those times when we are secretly hoping that we are merely having a bad dream and know that at any moment we are going to wake up and all these humiliating and helpless feelings of dread will be gone and disappear forever. Yes, I am talking about those instances. The very instances of when you are mentally able to share the words, perhaps now, you are more mature or maybe just maybe, it really wasn’t that bad kind of a thing after all. However, and most likely, the answer is that just enough time has passed for you to admit your terrible moment. You are ready to own it. You are ready to embrace your moment of glory. Then and only then, is the day, that you will be able to find your voice and say loud and proud to the world, “Yes, I admit that!”