Once there was a little old woman named Flora who didn’t want to look old and wasted no time in saying so, over and over, in a positive daily affirmation: “I look more young and vibrant every day.”
“But you look old,” friend Sally said. “Just look in the mirror,” suggested friend Holly, kindly dragging Flora over to her dressing table mirror.
Flora stared into the mirror. “Well?” her friends said together. Flora just smiled, a pretty, perky smile, and shrugged her shapely mirror shoulders conveying, “there’s the proof, right in the mirror.”
Her friends couldn’t believe it, thought the mirror might be defective and dragged her to another mirror.
“So?” Flora’s pretty mirrored shoulders shrugged her indifference. “But wait, now that I look closer … “ Her friends got all excited, convinced she was seeing the truth of her age in the mirror. “Now that I look closer,” Flora continued, “I see the two of you looking very very old.”
The two friends nearly pushed Flora to the floor in their quest to get to the mirror. They stared wordlessly with open-mouthed horror at their reflections. “Well?” Flora said. But her two friends, frozen like statues looking in the mirror, were beyond words.
From the corner of the room, a fairy godmother smiled. (sent from Godmothers R Us – ‘It’s never too late to have a godmother’)
“Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you, godmother” said Flora.
“Don’t thank me, dear. You’re the one who did it. Just keep remembering to say your new affirmation. “I am what I believe myself to be.”
Very slowly becoming aware that this entire scenario is being created in my half-sleep-before-waking period (where I always do my best writing), I fight with every ounce of my being to stay asleep. My fairy godmother is fading fast. I keep my eyes tightly closed and search blindly with one patting hand for the sleep mask that will block out the morning’s increasing light. No sleep mask, but I do manage to throw to the floor a bag of throat lozenges an empty tissue box and the phone.
As my reluctant eyes open, I see no fairy godmother. Instead, the first thing I see is a large reminder card on my nightstand with the following typed message in caps: CALL ADVANCED PHYSICAL THERAPY AND WEIGHT WATCHERS FOR APPOINTMENTS
Reality can be so harsh.
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