Happy 4th of July everyone. It’s one of my favorite holidays right up there with Halloween.
My story for this week…
I went and had a mani pedi yesterday. It’s been months since I’ve had one and my toes and nails really needed it. So I’m sitting in the massage chair enjoying some quiet time with a foot soak and a pop culture magazine when the well-meaning manicurist feels the need to invade my peace with the usual get to know you questions.
“You have any children?”
“Yes,” I said.
“A little girl.”
“Where is she now?”
“I’m a writer.”
“You lucky to stay at home.”
“Thank you,” I said.
“You only have one?”
“You still young, you should have more.”
“I can’t,” I say.
“Sure you can. You look very healthy.”
“I can’t,” I repeat noticing that I’m rubbing my belly.
“You can’t?” she echos. “That’s okay,” she said turning her head away from me. “One is good.”
On the positive side, she is absolutely correct, one is good. It took me a whole day to get over the feeling annoyed before her statement rang true. Because my knee jerk reaction is to scream and ask, “Why the fertility (old joke) she wants to know? Yell leave me alone! I’ve had miscarriages and her questions are cruel. What’s wrong with one???????? How many do you have bitch? Does that make you feel like you’re better than me?”
but instead I sat there and read about Leonardo DiCaprio and his girl Blake in Italy. I am determined to regain my optimistic attitude that once inhabited me. I am determined to be happy about the things I do have instead of unhappy about the things I do not.