Last night friend of mine wisely asked me to consider what has been good in the last year. I had to think about it for a minute, because as we all know negative events and emotions generally overshadow positive. But I came up with a few right there, and more kept occurring to me long after my little potluck dinner was over. I kept coming up with them, even after I lay down to sleep.
I woke up this morning and looked in the mirror, to admire my freshly-dyed hair. I dyed it dark brown yesterday, but left the gray streak in the front alone. I noticed all my wrinkles, which a friend named for me (“we’ll name this one ‘breach baby’, this one ‘heart surgery’ . . . “). I put on a little mascara. Then I got dressed and had my day.
That’s all. Happy Birthday to Me.