It’s October, and frankly, I don’t feel like it.
“Like what?” you might ask.
I would like to be effortlessly fabulous. Profound, beautiful, gracious, yet keenly witty.
It’s not happening. I am dull, rumpled, cranky and can only grunt.
Furthermore, I have no motivation to go out and “Make it happen!” so that I could become all those fabulous things I just said.
Richard Simmons would disapprove, I know.
I wish I had had the forethought to pre-record everything I have to do today so that I could press “play” and go back to bed.