Things I did yesterday:
1. Stressed about the book signing being perfect
2. Hot-rolled my hair, did my nails and put on silly leather pants
3. Got to Tahlequah and realized I should take a page out of my own book. No one cares. No one is impressed if my hair is fixed (they're used to it not being fixed). No one notices if my nails are done and my silly leather pants were, while cute, not important.
Because in Tahlequah, people value you for what you are and what you do; not what you wear or what you look like. You should all be so lucky as to get to grow up in a place like that.
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