My handbags are never charmingly small, because I feel this urge of taking as many things as I can, because - I think - I might be in a situation where I be in need of one or other thing. Most of the time, they are just extra weight to be carried. Most of the time I get so worried about the things that can happen, or that might happen, or will happen if - and after this "if" are always very hypothetical ideas, but that's not the point now - and then I'm so distant and unfocused that the only sane thing to do is to stop, and empty my hands, my bags, my mind, in order to see beauty again.
And beauty is as fragile and as light and as ephemeral as a bubble.
I don't know if it can be filed in this month's challenge, I don't even appear in the picture (unless you are really good and saw my reflection at the bubble's surface!), which, I think, it's kinda the point in a challenge of self-taken pictures, but, still, this bunch of stuff - pens, lotion, cell phone, headache pills, headphones, keys, cards, a notebook, wallet, vitamins, and some loose paper - represents my everyday days, and the bubble, well, the bubble is what I forget to look for, most of the time, but it makes everything worthy when is finally visible and seen.
I dare to say, these days, that my most important skill is to keep sanity, and joy, and to be able to re-focus the eye, everywhen I can, to be able to find the bubble of beauty before it bursts out.
To see more about skills - and some nice pictures - check SelfPortraitChallenge.