Today, I went to a salon and had my toenails cleaned by a local manicurist. She, no one else, always clean my toenails every two weeks ever since the first time I entered that salon 8 months ago. She basically knows what shape or cut of toenails I prefer, how gentle I want my nails to be handled, or how clean it should be. It is on rare occasions that I have my toenails colored.
Upon entering the room, the spot where I usually sit during pedicure session is occupied by an old man who seems to be a covert member of the third sex -- unopenly presented gender preference by this person perhaps to the profession he holds or the social responsibilities he has, an assumption I behold due to his loud voice with demanding tone when he did call few people over the phone earlier. That might be a premonition, of what my pedicure may result into something different than the usual, that I didn't pay attention to.
Because it was unavoidable, I sat by the chairs directly facing the big mirror in the room and had my toenails started to be cleaned. On my way to the salon, I have decided not to have my toenails painted today. But to my surprise, there were new sets of nail polish displayed on the polish box and the colors were so nice. It's
irresistible. It was hard to stick with my plan. There were three colors that outstand in my eyes. Those were violet, silver and green.
Of course, as a person who wants the best I let the local manicurist try each of the colors on my toes so I would see which among them blend best with my skin color. Two colors were great to look at. These are silver and green. However, it is known to myself that it usually takes a lot of time for me to decide on things no matter how big or small. Just by choosing which of the two colors shall I wear on my toes it took me about three to five or more minutes.
For some reasons, the local manicurist suddenly suggested, "Ma'am, sa karon noh?! Ang mga baye magbutang lahi na color sa diri (pointing at my big toenails) then lahi pod na color sa na bilin na upat. Then sa pikas, e-alternate nato. Atong suwayan na sa imo?" I was stunned by her courage to speak that way. In the eight months of being her client, it was the first time she decided for me. And so I agreed with her with a smile.
In the duration of this pedicure session, I was busy reading a magazine. After finishing the first foot, I heard her laugh and say, "Murag, Christmas Tree Ma'am", presenting my painted toes. I saw my left toenails hilariously-out-of-my-personality-and-preference colored. So I amusingly replied, "Gane. Pero summer na ron". The cleaning and painting of my toenails continued. I ended up having a color green left big toenails with silver colored other left toenails. The colors were reversed on the right.
When I went out of the salon, I looked at my toenails. I smiled and a thought came in. Not all things are perfect. Sometimes things dont go the usual or they are not the way we expect it to be. A better person knows how to visualize, hope and accept. She visualizes because she knows what she wants, learn how to get it and do something about it. In the process of making the idea a reality, she hopes for the best yet expects and prepares for the worst. For wherever she may be lead on or whatever the result to the pursuit of that something, a strong and better person accept those evitable and inevitable things that happen; because this is what she deserves, this is what she has been working or procrastinating on.
Everyone is the best they choose to be. The only thing that differ is the definition and the way one express the word and the act of being the best. Each of us has our own standard or criteria to this word. Not because the other can't compete or statisfy or match your "best" doesnt mean she is less than or incompatible to you. Nor just because she can't please you with her "best" doesnt mean she didnt make an effort to be the best for you. It is a matter of appreciating things.
Just like this local manicurist who cleaned and painted my toenails today. The way she chose to color my nails was out of my usual and not my preference style. Some people may see my toenails silly or whatever they choose to think about it but they should know that the local manicurist put all her best effort in putting these colors perfectly fitted on my toenails. This is where she is best at. And not just because her style isnt my preferred style doesnt mean she didnt want the best for me nor she is not the best in her chosen career.
A better person knows how to make a disadvantage an advantage. A better person knows there is no harm in trying. A better person knows that it is in holding back that the seed of regret is planted. A better person knows you dont learn about something when you choose to keep on wondering "what ifs" and never act upon those thoughts or assumptions. A better person may never be sure but she is always ready. And a better person knows that all the things that come along her way will make her the best someday. -- C
Upon entering the room, the spot where I usually sit during pedicure session is occupied by an old man who seems to be a covert member of the third sex -- unopenly presented gender preference by this person perhaps to the profession he holds or the social responsibilities he has, an assumption I behold due to his loud voice with demanding tone when he did call few people over the phone earlier. That might be a premonition, of what my pedicure may result into something different than the usual, that I didn't pay attention to.
Because it was unavoidable, I sat by the chairs directly facing the big mirror in the room and had my toenails started to be cleaned. On my way to the salon, I have decided not to have my toenails painted today. But to my surprise, there were new sets of nail polish displayed on the polish box and the colors were so nice. It's
irresistible. It was hard to stick with my plan. There were three colors that outstand in my eyes. Those were violet, silver and green.
Of course, as a person who wants the best I let the local manicurist try each of the colors on my toes so I would see which among them blend best with my skin color. Two colors were great to look at. These are silver and green. However, it is known to myself that it usually takes a lot of time for me to decide on things no matter how big or small. Just by choosing which of the two colors shall I wear on my toes it took me about three to five or more minutes.
For some reasons, the local manicurist suddenly suggested, "Ma'am, sa karon noh?! Ang mga baye magbutang lahi na color sa diri (pointing at my big toenails) then lahi pod na color sa na bilin na upat. Then sa pikas, e-alternate nato. Atong suwayan na sa imo?" I was stunned by her courage to speak that way. In the eight months of being her client, it was the first time she decided for me. And so I agreed with her with a smile.
In the duration of this pedicure session, I was busy reading a magazine. After finishing the first foot, I heard her laugh and say, "Murag, Christmas Tree Ma'am", presenting my painted toes. I saw my left toenails hilariously-out-of-my-personality-and-preference colored. So I amusingly replied, "Gane. Pero summer na ron". The cleaning and painting of my toenails continued. I ended up having a color green left big toenails with silver colored other left toenails. The colors were reversed on the right.
When I went out of the salon, I looked at my toenails. I smiled and a thought came in. Not all things are perfect. Sometimes things dont go the usual or they are not the way we expect it to be. A better person knows how to visualize, hope and accept. She visualizes because she knows what she wants, learn how to get it and do something about it. In the process of making the idea a reality, she hopes for the best yet expects and prepares for the worst. For wherever she may be lead on or whatever the result to the pursuit of that something, a strong and better person accept those evitable and inevitable things that happen; because this is what she deserves, this is what she has been working or procrastinating on.
Everyone is the best they choose to be. The only thing that differ is the definition and the way one express the word and the act of being the best. Each of us has our own standard or criteria to this word. Not because the other can't compete or statisfy or match your "best" doesnt mean she is less than or incompatible to you. Nor just because she can't please you with her "best" doesnt mean she didnt make an effort to be the best for you. It is a matter of appreciating things.
Just like this local manicurist who cleaned and painted my toenails today. The way she chose to color my nails was out of my usual and not my preference style. Some people may see my toenails silly or whatever they choose to think about it but they should know that the local manicurist put all her best effort in putting these colors perfectly fitted on my toenails. This is where she is best at. And not just because her style isnt my preferred style doesnt mean she didnt want the best for me nor she is not the best in her chosen career.
A better person knows how to make a disadvantage an advantage. A better person knows there is no harm in trying. A better person knows that it is in holding back that the seed of regret is planted. A better person knows you dont learn about something when you choose to keep on wondering "what ifs" and never act upon those thoughts or assumptions. A better person may never be sure but she is always ready. And a better person knows that all the things that come along her way will make her the best someday. -- C
