What if, just for today, or just in this hour, I focused on the (returning, slowly) light in my eyes, and not the extra twenty pounds? If I saw kindly the bloom in my cheek from the walk outside, and not the blemishes and lines? What if I smiled generously at the woman in the mirror, a long lost friend, and offered her something besides my continual criticism and occasional qualified, grudging respect?
How would my greeting to my own reflection change what path the day takes?
Gratefully writing along
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