To a woman of a certain age, there is not much that is more of a buzzkill than a mirror. Sometime this winter, I slid into the very bad habit of inspecting my face, taking stock of all wrinkles, whiskers, splotches, and other common and expected signs of my years here.
Dumb. Dumb. Dumb.
Eyeballs are owner-operated. It’s your choice whether to focus on the unattractive or the beautiful. Everywhere I look (except the damn mirror,) I see beauty. It’s all around and it’s free. What a joy that our eyes are naturally aimed at the world around us! Seems like we’re designed to look outward, to know there is more to this than just ourselves.
Pretty cool – and pretty.
Thank you, friends and strangers, animals and trees. Thank you, world. Here’s looking at you!