Do you ever have those days where you just feel blah?
I admit it, I smoked cigarettes last night. I wasn’t feeling too good about myself, and this led to my personal pity party. “I have bags under my eyes! My butt looks like a muffin! My hair is flatter than a wet dog’s!” And so on and so forth until I got bored of my own bitching and decided to focus on something I actually like about myself.
I decided on my hands. No matter how tired I am, or how many chocolate pieces I consume or how humid it is outside, my hands always look nice. They help me write stories and bake brownies and arrange flowers. For this, I am thankful. Amen!