“I don’t understand how a woman can leave the house without fixing herself up a little - if only out of politeness. And then, you never know, maybe that’s the day she has a date with destiny. And it’s best to be as pretty as possible for destiny.” - Coco Chanel



No, I have not blogged in 2 months. Yes, I think of it often. Aren't you proud of me? I'm actually typing in my blog!

I sat at a hibachi grill last night with 2 dear friends. Neither had ever met each other and it turned out to be fun. I love introducing close friends that are kindred spirits and having them connect. Anyway, about the hibachi, I watched the little Japanese guy with atrocious English plop shrimp down on the griddle. While on the tray, they were completely unattractive. Gray, slimly, lifeless, dull. In seconds, they began to turn a beautiful shrimpy pink. (Heehe, like my pun?) He flipped them a few times, sprinkled on some spices and in no time at all they were exquisite. I sat at that grill and thought then and there that I would blog about them.

When the alarm goes off, I'm the grey and lifeless shrimp. I flip over a couple times, squirm around and begin to slowly turn "shrimpy pink". LOL. How crazy is it that I equate myself with shrimp? Give me a few minutes after seeing the light of day and I'm pink, spiced up and ready for the world. No, I am not intimating that I'm exquisite a few minutes after my feet touch the floor. I'm simply saying it's a concious decision to be a shrimp and let each day be our griddle. We all wake up a tad grey most days and it's up to you to make yourself turn pink.

Happiness is a decision.

As corny as it sounds, may each day be a griddle to the shrimp in you.

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