Today, on my author website, I received a sweet email from him in which he told me his wife was enjoying my books and how much he enjoyed our conversation. He said I was "lovely and warm."
At first I tilted my head slightly to the left, smiled sheepishly and felt that "awwww" sensation fill me. "Lovely and warm." I'd never been called those things before. Then, I read the sentence again, and again, and again.... and my smile fell downward and my shoulders slumped into a deep, deflated sigh. I am lovely and warm... like a blanket....a big 'ol furry blanket. At some point, while I was busy with life, time had sucked away vivacious and youth and replaced it with lovely and warmth.
Sigh. He meant it as a compliment, I am sure of that; but to me it is yet one more reminder of my youthfulness quickly slipping away.
Tonight, I will apply an extra dose of my collagen eye lift cream in hopes of clinging to one more second of vivaciousness. I will lie in bed awake and resolve to be perkier, more energetic, and more lively; and I will keep that promise to myself for a few days before the chaos of life wears me down and I flop once again onto my bed like a lovely, warm blanket.