Stream of Consciousness Day.

Stream of Consciousness Day. Start with the sentence “This morning I looked in the mirror...” just write, don’t stop, don’t edit. Post!

 

This morning I looked in the mirror and my first thought was that men are obviously the more beautiful sex.  They don't have to do anything to look good in the morning.  Women have to paint themselves up to look halfway decent and then two hours into the day their mascara is running and they need to hide that shiney forehead!  It takes most women an hour to get ready for the day...men take 5 minutes!  How is this even fair? 

 

I'm sure the meaning of this post is to go deeper than that.

 

hmph.

 

I looked into the mirror today and saws the open door to the bathroom.  With no roommates, that door is almost never closed.  I also saw the towel that hangs on the door that I don't use because it is there for when Ashlee comes and spends the night.

 

In the mirror I also saw the reflection of my new purple hair dryer.  I bought it with the Costco gift card my friend Traci gave me for my birthday.  The reflection of my Chi hair straightener...my old roommate Katie introduced me to this beauty...who has had a bad hair day since hair straighteners became common?

 

I saw my little plastic organizer.  This holds my makeup and any other random little bathroom things.  I've had this little box for about ten years.  I saw my Seabreeze face wash.  I have been using the same thing since high school, because my sisters used it then too.  I was that kind of a little sister.  When my sisters started collecting shot glasses, I did too.  When they listened to oldies, I got into oldies, when they put glow in the dark stars up in their rooms, I did too. 

 

When I looked into the mirror, I also saw someone staring back at me.  Someone who has my mom's color hair and my dad's feet.  Someone who hopes that someday she can have the compassion of her oldest sister, Lisa...the smarts of her brother, Lyle, the ability to find joy in the small things in life like her sister Susannah, and the ability to think outside the box like her sister, Jennifer. 

 

I saw someone who has A LOT of little dots on her fingers from testing blood sugar.  Someone who has scars on her tummy from infusion sets.  Someone with boxes and bumps and tape and tubes all over the place.  Someone who still has her eyesight and limbs. 

 

In that same person I saw someone who has so many blessings and so much to look forward to in the future.  Someone who can make it through these rough times and someone who is grateful for the support of family and friends who keep her going every day.