I woke up today feeling as if my dreams had infused my being with extra light and buoyancy. Writing the profile about Mrs. B had kept me up until 2 am, but it had been invigorating and enlivening instead of enervating. Looking at my face in the bathroom mirror after a shower, I liked what I saw. That doesn’t happen every day and so on the days that it does, I notice and appreciate the feeling.

The piece on Mrs. B turned out pretty well. Going to class tonight, I wished I had signed up to have this assignment workshopped, because I liked what I had done. If I could only feel this positively about everything I write, I would be leading a good life.

If you are interested in reading it, you can find it here.