I was shitty.
The day was not going to plan. It was probably self-inflicted. After all, we had been eating carbs at 1am the night before, fell asleep sometime after 3:45am, and then after a late start, the things we had planned for so strategically, just didn’t happen.
Late lunch, no coffee, a headache, and tired. Soooo cranky and tired.
I was sitting in the passenger seat as Hubbie drove, thinking of just how pissed off I was. Baby girl was behind me, her eyelashes and long brown hair whipping about in the 80km winds as her head poked partly through her open window.
And there I was, staring out the window with an annoyed look on my face, until my eyes came to rest on the side view mirror.
There I was. Seriously pissed off. In that small view I saw some other things though…
My hair looked good. I observed the colour, my blow-waved hair, and made a mental note to tell the hairdresser that we should maybe keep it as is for the next appointment.
The sunnies. My old faves. I still liked them after all these years
I had pink nails. I barely get time to paint my nails, and then when I do, I consider it the greatest luxury in the world – like, if you have time to stop and paint all 10 of your fingernails, and then you have the ADDED time to wait for them to dry… you clearly are not that busy. That is my take on nails. Which is why I am so bloody pleased when they are painted a bright colour. I am sooo winning at life when that happens.
There was my engagement ring, still shining and sparkling bright. I love that ring. I love it today and with the same zest, if not more, as when it was first placed on my finger 9 years ago by my love.
And I also had on a fave summery dress of mine, the kind of dress you love so much that if it were available in 3 other colours, you would buy them ALL.
And then suddenly I realised, I was kind of pleased. Distractedly pleased. Because what I saw I was happy with. It was all material things that made me happy, but it was the recognition that I was who I had wanted to be, say, 5-10 years ago. And although it was purely materialistic, it was enough to steer my mind to something other than being a full cranky-pants for the entire day.
But then, the clincher. There baby girl was, behind me, her face out the window, smiling as she looked at me into the side view mirror.
And that was the best thing I saw in the mirror.
All of a sudden, I wasn’t so angry. I was supremely grateful.
Grateful in seeing my life differently, yet so clearly, through a side mirror.