A Frequent Daily Trip

I push the chair, get up, and walk to the ladies room.
I turn the lights on. Lock the door. And face the huge mirror.
I stare….

I breathe. I stare. I reflect.
I talk to imaginary others in the background.
We have ongoing random dialogues that come from nowhere and everywhere
But mostly from within.
I watch my facial expressions as they change accordingly.
I watch how I utter the words, how I spell them out.
My focus shifts between my mouth, my lips, my chin
My eyes, face lines, cheeks, and the nearly nonexistent dimple.
These eyes stare back at me.
Almost blankly.
But not quite.
Puzzlement starts to shoot out.
Asking… inquiring… seeking…
Clear clues or vivid images.
Then.
Unspoken resolutions.
Lacking efficient willpower.
Hopeful, optimistic, yet dubious in nature.
Uncertainty.
Faith: clouded but deeply rooted.
Faith in everything…
Me included.
Mist.

Unaware; I obliviously dwell.
Yet aware enough, I start to conclude the process.
I hastily come up with a final thought.
With which I adjourn my session.
I smile confidently, positively.
She smiles back at me skeptically.
I wink playfully. I stick my tongue out.

I put on a straight face.
I turn to the door, breathe, unlock it and step out.
I walk with absolute poise and purposeful air.
I carry dignity and pride in every step I move forward.
I stop. I pull my chair. I sit.
With a renewed mindset.

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