Somewhere along life’s journey, I started telling my mirror I was amazing.
It’s an amazing way to start the day.
Have you ever tried it before?
In the middle of brushing your teeth or flossing or washing your face, you press pause.
Then look at yourself in the mirror with all sincerity and say to that wonderful, incredible, beautiful, special person looking right back at you….
….”You are amazing.”
That’s the easy part.
You have to believe it.
Even when you don’t feel like it.
Even when life gets challenging.
Even when something happens….
Something I couldn’t make up even if I tried.
Last week a friend stopped by the house to buy a chair from me.
It was a vintage folding chair I bought from a vintage shop on the square and I had the brilliant idea of hanging it on the wall.
A chair on the wall. So when someone asked for an extra seat, I could casually reach up to the wall and pull it down. But the chair was too big and I found another one that worked, so I put it on Facebook marketplace and my friend told me she wanted to buy it.
We agreed on a time for her to stop by and I went about one of my favorite things to do on the planet.
Getting the house ready for a visitor.
I turned on the lights and dimmed them in certain rooms and put on music over the speakers and lit the candles so the house would smell like fall.
Then I took the chair and opened it and put it right in front of this table in the dining room.
The doorbell rang and I let her in and she took one look at the chair and told me it was perfect and then we talked. We talked about how I grew up in this house and how we’d redone it and how much we loved older houses. She was so kind and sweet and encouraging about the house and the decor and the living room and the dining room.
It made me feel special.
It made me feel incredible.
It made me feel like my mirror had been right that morning.
I was amazing.
Mid-conversation and laughter and giggles and home decor discussion?
I SAW IT.
Right there on my dining room rug about where the sunshine is dancing through the windows in this picture.
A GIANT STEAMING PILE OF DOG POOP.
Luckily her back was turned to it.
Luckily the candles disguised the smell.
Luckily I pasted on a smile and diverted my eyes away from the rug and its present.
Luckily I immediately came up with the brilliant thought of showing her the new bookcases in the living room.
Anything. Any how. Any way.
To. Get. Her. Out. Of. The. Dining. Room.
I packed her and that chair out of this house faster than you can say Yellow Rose of Texas.
As she walked down the front steps, I closed the door behind her and leaned against it with a sigh of relief.
See what I mean?
Some days that mirror is right.
Some days I am so amazing your head would spin.
And some days?
I’m just trying not to step in it. 🙂