shiny thoughts
As I sat there digging at the scabs of my self-perceived flaws, an activity I find especially comforting and entertaining on the long gray, cold days of winter, it suddenly hit me that the only thing about me I dislike that I cannot change is my freakishly tall height (6′5″). All the other things about me that I dislike can be changed. Momentarily comforted by this thought, I began to imagine the negative energy I expend upon myself slowly losing its deathlike grip on me, my self-worth rushing to the surface like an air bubble escaping the plastic treasure chest at the bottom of a dirty fish tank. The years of grime and self-loathing effortlessly falling away, revealing the shiny new me happy and content for the very first time.
Then I was sidetracked by the thought that something shiny existed within me. I lost my train of thought and returned to digging at the scabs of self-loathing.
It would be nice to see some sunshine soon.