Superficial Me

Today when I rode the elevator up to our offices I took a look at myself in the mirror (Yes, I do prefer the elevators with mirrors. I mean, whereelse can you quickly check how you’re looking better than while going six floors up or down?) and noticed that I have an extremely good hair day.

My hair just is perfect today. My bangs are exactly where I want them to be and instead of being just boringly straight my hair falls down in subtle (yes, subtle!) waves. Wonderful.

It’s amazing how my spirit can be lifted just by the simple fact that I have good hair today. But it does. I’m sitting in my office and feeling pretty. In fact I might just be a little too much in love with myself today. And please let me be. Those extremely good hair days only happen every now and then, so they’re very precious to me and not to be spoiled.