When my skin clears up

Or, don't wish your life away.

I once had a friend tell me that humans are only happy in retrospect. Thank goodness I'm a monkey. A monkey raised by old people. I've got perspective out the wazoo.

The Old Woman use to play this game with me when I was a young monkey, and in the midst of teen-aged monkey angst. She would list all the wonderful things that would magically happen in my life if my skin would clear of its blemishes. I suddenly would be a straight A student. I would grow 2 inches so store bought pants would fit me. My hair would curl naturally. I would be selected to marshal the town holiday parade. I would suddenly have a lovely singing voice. It went on.

My skin did clear up, and my hair curls now. But, I don't have anything that would ever be considered a pleasant singing voice and I still have to have all my trousers hemmed.

But, I did learn perspective from this little game . . . and to appreciate what I have and not fritter it away wishing I had something else.