It’s a good hair day.
Not only that, but the dress didn’t need ironing, I found matching shoes, and the bed got made. Lunches did too.
All feels right with the world.
You’re waiting for the shoe to drop. You’re waiting for … the rest of the story.
Don’t wait. Because it’s all good.
Some days – especially after sleeping – I wake up feeling so powerful and strong and confident … and put together, I’m pretty sure I could run for president. And win.
(Especially this election year.)
I notice these days when they come along. Revel. Celebrate. And rejoice.
Be glad in it.