It never fails

A quiet house.

A glass of wine.

A total blank.

A hundred things have irked me in the past week.

A hundred more have made me grin.

I’m becoming comfortable in myself.  It is a process, a sloughing off of the old perception and occasional feelings of amazement as I catch glimpses of my reflection.   It certainly isn’t all pretty, there are stretchmarks, scars, and wounded feelings, but this person stands a little straighter and her jaw is set a little firmer.   I think I like her and I hope she stays for awhile.