My mirror gave me a stern look, scrunched up my face and told me to lighten up. I exhaled. She had a point. I was taking life much too seriously. Sometimes, it’s better to roll the dice than contemplate and prepare for the details. I looked into the mirror again. She’s pretty smart sometimes.My mirror has shown me a range of emotions over the years. When I was grieving, my frown reached to the bottom of my chin. She shows me weary eyes more than I would like. Still, it’s instructive to know that’s what she sees. I don’t have a poker face so my mirror is usually on the mark. I wish sometimes that she would show me more smiles. When I’m looking pensive, she raises her eyebrows and smiles, reminding me that life is good.
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