Time passes, people change.

Funny, the difference a few weeks’ passage of time can make!

Not fully 30 days ago, I approached a long-standing problem with fear, anger, frustration, and yes, a bit of excitement too.  This morning as I lay bathing, I noted — almost absentmindedly — that I found comfort and peace in the gentle, gradually-lessening sound of the rasp of the razor as with each successive pass it stripped away a fraction more of the day’s growth — until finally it left a soft, inviting, mirror-smooth mound, a sight and a sensation I took in with pride and satisfaction.

I found a smile grow on my face as I said aloud, “My, but how you have grown, Miss Sophia!  Your Mother — I’m sure — is quite pleased.”


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