At the turn from our bedroom into the hallway, there is an old full-length mirror in a wooden frame. I can?t help but catch a glimpse of myself as I pass. Turning fully toward the glass, I consider what I see. This reflected version of myself, wet, shaking, rumpled, pinched, and slightly stooped, would be alarming were it not for the self-satisfied expression pasted across my face. I would ask the obvious question, ?What are you smiling about?? but I already know the answer: ?It just gets better from here.?
– from Always Looking Up