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.”