It's been like three days in a row, maybe four, of perpetual sunshine. I am coming up from the dirt, peeking above the soil, starting to bloom. Feeling better. Feeling pink and yellow and fuschia. Not feeling sad. Walking outside. Feeling awakened, alive. Smiling at freaking geese. Yes, the geese.
That's the sunshine part.
The hightlights. I went to the salon last night and while I was waiting I haphazardly glanced at the counter where there are usually pitchers of lemonade and ice-cold water. My gal pal, and colorist extraordinaire, Amanda, walks over just as my eyes lock on the most beautiful sight ever seen on the counter.
"You have WINE?"
"Yeah, you want a glass?"
I've been going to this salon for over a year, and I had no idea they had wine. And that I could drink it. For free. As much as I wanted to.
That's all it took, and I am back to myself.
Of course, I ain't throwing out my Xanax yet.