There are days when I look in the mirror and think, not bad, could be worse. Then there are days I look at my reflection and mumble expletives while stripping off a closet full of clothes. Nothing I try on looks good.

These are usually the days I receive a random compliment, like “Hey, your bald is shining today,” or “Did you lose weight?” And before I know it, I'm skipping through the day with a smile on my face. The image in the mirror looks a little better than it did an hour ago even though I didn't change a thing. Why? Because, someone else helped me, see myself in a different light. I needed to step away from the mirror.

Looking at your own writing is like looking in the mirror. Some days you read through your work and think, “Not bad, could be worse.” and then there are days that you convince yourself that everything in front of you is junk and no one is ever going to enjoy reading anything you write.

You compare your words and tales to those that have found “success” much like we compare ourselves to the bodies splattered across those special magazines viewed by those who really matter ..with a perfect “v” shaped torso undulated with the right curves standing on equally undulated pair of legs.

Some days we feel like we have just as much to offer and others we convince ourselves we will never compare.

:-) DKB