I struggle with a lot of nagging wrongness.
I gain weight: My small sizes don’t fit. I sweat to pull on my pants and cry in front of the mirror.
Someone visits and puts dishes away in a cupboard that I can’t reach. I fall off the step-stool and curse my well-intended friend.
Though I love my little Prius and remember my mother-in-law when I drive it, truth told, it’s too low and I wince with pain when I slip into the driver’s seat.
These old glasses work on the top and bottom planes, but the middle range leaves me straining to see the computer screen.
I could complain about any one of these situations and more, but instead, I’m taking this moment to brag about an absolutely perfect fit.
My new coffee cup.
The handle has a wide enough opening to accommodate my arthritic fingers. It holds enough coffee for a satisfying morning jolt but not so much that the last ounce cools before I reach it. Lightweight, pretty, and delicate without being fragile, this new mug does everything I want a morning cup to do. Best of all: I received it as a gift from an extraordinary young woman, my son’s girlfriend Hope Rehak. Sometimes one right thing makes all the annoying wrong ones vanish from the horizon, leaving nothing but a chance to smile.
It’s the twenty-seventh day of the forty-third month of My Year Without Complaining. Life continues.