Sometimes your best is not good enough.
Just yesterday, I decided to do something that I had been putting off for quite a while. I went to an eye doctor that a friend of mine had recommended and ended up having a not-so-good day.
It soon became apparent that this so-called eye doctor was not what he said he was. He wasn’t an eye doctor at all; he was an eyes doctor – big difference for me. A wasted trip, I was beginning to fear.
I made a few mildly pointed remarks and suggestions to this so-called eye doctor. Before he could micro-aggression me, I hopped down off the oversized exam chair (don’t ask me how), and right then and there busted into some yoga, every pose I could think of to calm down. Fortunately I had brought my mat.
Well, my composure regained, I went ahead and had them fit me with glasses the best they could. One look into the mirror convinced me that the very stylish, almost urban, hip, chic, suave, retro, new age look more than offset any ocular problems that seemed to persist.
When confronted with the stark choice between functionality and beauty, always choose beauty. I did, and look at me.