Solo

Looking down at my hairy gut-rolls, getting ready to put some more words on the page. It's all part of the process.

Yesterday I felt awful. Today I feel all right. I may never understand why. That idea would've really bothered me yesterday, when I felt awful. Today, it's easier to take. I'm a hopeful person who is always willing to believe that things are only getting better and better.

My gut-rolls return my hopeful gaze.