Waking on the Right Side of the Bed
It was one of those days. When I woke up, the air felt clean and crisp in my lungs. The coffee tasted richer than it usually does. As I brushed my teeth, I noticed that my smile appeared a little brighter. And as I dragged the hairbrush across my head, it was apparent that this would be a good hair day.
I got dressed, putting on my favorite shirt. This shirt has favored status because it has a specialness to it whenever I wear it. Most of my shirts are nothing more than shirts, but this shirt fits as if it were made for me. When I wear this shirt the stride in my walk is a bit stronger, and I must admit that I have a little more confidence in myself.
I walked about town, doing the errands that were planned. Throughout the day I noticed that there were occasions where people were turning their heads to give me a second look. It does the ego good to see that others are taking notice of my good hair day and smiling towards me as they admire me in my favorite shirt.
Oh sure, you can laugh at my ego, but such days are far and few between for me. I wasn’t blessed with being beautiful. On most days, I am nothing more than an ugly stepchild found in many children’s stories. So on those rare occasions when the stars do align perfectly for me, you had better believe that I’m gonna strut my stuff and enjoy it before my glass slipper fades.
As I arrived home, I began putting things away. I thought about the great day that I had. I smiled as I remembered that one certain woman who shared a big smile with me. As I got undressed, I felt something on the shoulder of my shirt. Pulling the shirt completely off, I discovered that I had spent the entire day walking around with a clothespin stuck to my shirt! It was one of those days.