The world is a looking glass and gives back to every man the reflection of his own face. William Makepeace Thackeray
Yesterday’s quote ended up centering on the word sense. And so much more.
As I sat in the ophthalmologist’s waiting room full of older women, I felt a connection. There was my mother…and myself. How funny… after all those years struggling to not be her.
Who will I be today? Happy Solstice!