I just caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror and was shocked at who was looking back at me. The woman staring back looked a bit , tired, worn and quite frankly, down. Everything about her looked unhappy. Even her hair seemed to be pulling her lower.
The truth is, it has been a hard year, for all of us. The side effects of a pandemic. But this display of misery I was literally facing was not helping, it just invited me to sink lower.
So I did something about it. I pulled my hair out of the low slung ponytail of a down trodden housewife, and pulled it up in a bun on the top of my head like the crown of a Queen.. "Up" is happy I thought to myself as I smiled and walked away with a skip in my step. I may not be "up" in the air right now, but I will choose "up" in whatever way I can while here on the ground.