You might spill coffee on it.
Except that you don't think that when you put on that blouse.
And grab a coffee.
And jump on the train to the university where you teach.
That's how I ended up here in the summer heat (30 degrees Celsius and 56% humidity) with a sweater on.
The sweater did not hide the coffee stain.
But it does hide Griffith University t-shirt that I bought from the campus bookstore.
The t-shirt that makes me look like an overly keen student.
It's no matter.
My story hardly matters.
Every class is about them.
I have to remember that when life is a whirlwind.
I work for myself mostly.
I teach once per week.
The whirlwind of my life is a minor detail in theirs.
So I'll put the coffee debacle aside.
I'll forget the 2 days I just spent marking their group assignments.
I'll ignore the backlog of actions I have to do for my clients.
I'll let future Rosie work on the to do list.
I'll eat my lunch.
I'll order another coffee.
And I'll walk in and try and make them as curious as I can so that they can be awesome entrepreneurs one day.
I'll be in that classroom, in that moment, with them.
And maybe, just maybe, I'll make it through 2 classes without having to remove the sweater.