I don’t know why this is bothering me so much. But – something happened over the last few months. Maybe even years. My lip pigment. It seems to be falling out. I refer to them as my pixels – as in, my pixels are falling out. Call it coloring outside the lines. I don’t know how the pigment is leaving or migrating – but I’m nervous it will continue. Trivial, I know. But I’m obsessed with lip chap [to the point of needing therapy] – [just kidding] – and every time I put it on I think about my pixels becoming disorganized. I should be ashamed to worry about something so insignificant. In spite of that, this is my blog and I write what I please.
Once upon a time, I had a very negative friend. Everything was a problem, issue, critical occurrence. In my glass-half-full spirit, I forced her to say something positive every time she threw something negative out into space. It went a little something like this:
Her: That girl has an ugly sense of style, no wonder she’s shopping alone.
Me: Reverse it.
Her: She does have pretty eyes.
Or one of my more favorite moments,
Her: This is the nastiest sandwich I’ve eaten in awhile.
Me: Reverse it.
Her: At least I have a sandwich.
Now I must reverse it myself. These pixels falling out of my lip are somewhat frustrating. But – I could have one leg, one eye, half a finger, no sense of smell, breast cancer, no fingernails, super thin hair that leaves me bald, a cardboard box home, no clothes on my back, one pair of shoes, no family members, etc.
Life is good, through and through. I have nothing to complain about.
*steps off soapbox