I never learn

So I said that I'd do this every day, and to my surprise, another day followed upon the previous one, and here I am.

I think that Mother Teresa once said something about leaning to endure the trial of being unpleasing to yourself.  I could find out for sure, but I won't, because that's not the point.  The point is that I'm enduring this particular trial right now, and I have been enduring it in one form or another for my whole life.  It's no fun.  Nora Ephron felt bad about her neck and I feel bad about my whole body (my neck, however, is fine for now.)

When you're young, you can just hibernate for a day or so when you get a bad haircut, or your skin erupts, or you face some other appearance-related disaster.  You know you'll recover and look just fine again in a day or so.  At almost 50, though, I'm realizing that pretty days are no longer a dependable and regular occurrence and that even the OK days are few and far between.  (And I just had to spell-check myself on "occurrence", too--will the cruelties of age never relent?)

I'm not going to hibernate, as much as I'd like to (even on good days, my avoid-all-human-contact instinct is rather strong) so I'll have to do as Mother Teresa did and learn how to endure the trial.  And really, she looked just fine.