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Remember when I wrote about moving 15+ times. Once was to downtown Chicago. Eric and I lived 2 blocks off Michigan Avenue and it was fun.

I was given an amazing opportunity to work under a friend with a great company in a sales position at a young age. I was hustling the streets of downtown Chicago living the dream. I worked for a lovely mineral makeup company before mineral makeup was all the rage. My job was to assist accounts in product knowledge and open new accounts. I primarily sold into Dermatology and Plastic Surgeon offices and into some spas and salons. And as a rep in Kansas City and Chicago, I got to see some pretty amazing places.

One evening one of my accounts had an open house for her new medical spa. It was a beautiful space. The owner was a well known surgeon in the area and liked being such. When I walked into the office to set up prior to the event, she was there being dressed by her stylist. She introduced me and I smiled, exchanged pleasantries and continued back to my "spot" to prepare for her party.

She walked in about 5 minutes later and asked me "do you even know who that was?!" The body language she was sporting and the tone in which her question was delivered was my first clue that I missed something. As she rolled her eyes and began to walk away she said "he styles Michelle Obama!"

I said, "Oh daaaannng!! Oops, my bad! While you were busy being dressed by your fancy stylist, I was busy praying for your event because from the moment I walked in through those office doors I could smell the stank of the devil up in this place!"

Okay, so I didn't say it. But I sure thought it. I actually said nothing as she wasn't waiting around for a response but I turned to the esthetician who was working the event next to me and said "Fun! This is going to be fun!" and we both had a little giggle.

Our jobs that evening were to touch up the guests' lipstick and gloss and answer any product questions they had. We both decided that we were going to make it a great evening, no matter what.

Towards the end of the night, a lawyer, a doctor and a socialite walked in (for real). We touched up their makeup as they continued their conversation they had began before they came into our area. One of the women continued and the part of the story we over heard was about a party she had just been to; "and this woman had horderves sitting out. There was some sort of processed cheese product called Rotel. It was disgusting!" All 3 woman gasped in horror and after they walked out the other girl and I burst out laughing. She said "I love that stuff!" And I replied, "I'm nearly positive I have never been to a party without it." I was way out of my league. And happy to be!

I wouldn't trade kindness and tolerance for Jimmy Choo himself. I wouldn't trade respect and love for accolades of any person on this planet. I will however, help anyone strive to learn those virtues. And I will ask you, as my people, to hold me accountable to practice them myself.

So ladies, no matter what you are wearing or what you do for a living or who's party you go to, be kind. Be tolerant. Try learning something new and different and relish it as an opportunity to grow. And when you have your fancy pants on and are feeling high and mighty, slow your roll.

Enjoy those exquisite moments. And while you're up there, try saying "hi" to Jesus. He's the real deal. He is the most sought after stylist and has been for more than 2000 years. I would rather be clothed in his virtues than your fancy pants any day. But, he loves you no matter what. And I will try to do so also. Bye Felicia ;)

xoxo,

Mollie