I have spots. I have tried for years many methods to remove them. On the rare occasion when I was successful, another one appeared. These spots are not contagious. Although one or two might jump onto you if you stand too close to me. I have not given up completely trying to eliminate them but I have finally decided to more readily accept them.
My spots are…on my clothes. I can identify a few personal habits that contribute to my spotty appearance. When in the kitchen I wear an apron but my clothes underneath still attract them. When I eat I often drop a tasty morsel on my shirt before it reaches my mouth. And I often catch myself wiping my hands on my clothes, (I know, eeeuu!) Regardless, no amount of scrubbing, pre-treating, or washing ever removes my spots for good.
With this confession, I have decided that if I live long enough to meet my own incompetence, Aryah, Courtney and Vincent, promise me you won’t place one of those elderly bibs on me or worry about my appearance. Just remember spots do not harm me. They arrive when I am active and joyful. And until that day, I choose wear my spots and I choose to wear them with a smile.