Yesterday as I was writing my morning pages, PJ drew 2 dots on the top of each of my toes. There staring at me were 10 smiling faces. Well the big toe was actually the happiest. The pinky toes were just sort of there looking back with a certain "I can't believe I have to hang out with these losers", look on their face.
I forgot about the toes for most of the day, and went about my work as usual. Then at karate last night, I started laughing as I saw my funny friends again. I'm not going to try and make this into one of those "your happiness can be found within you" sort of rants. Although it can. But I will say that those toes reflect life. Sometimes you are surrounded by encouraging supportive people but there's often a couple of toes that are just there to watch you fail. You know those toes, they say things like "told ya not to do that" or "see if you woulda listened to me".
Here's the moral of my short tale. You have to take along those toes sometimes, but you can outnumber them with happy toes and drive them slightly insane with your comedy.
I guess. Maybe I shouldn't let people draw on me anymore.