Let happiness win

I went to bed intent on wearing my glasses today. I stood in front of the bathroom mirror, trying on each pair.

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First, the iridescent cat eyes. Blue and purple bending together across the frame. Of course I bought these, despite not really liking them. I review my reflection: not bad, but not right.

Next, the same frames, but a solid gold color. I like these. I think I look more like my brothers. I feel more like the person I want to be.

Last, the pink cat eyes. (A girl loves a cat eye – I’ve never owned another shape. I’m a creature of comfort, in every way.) I check my reflection once more. Ah – there she is. Claire. The pink cat eyes are warm. They’re easy. They feel like sitting around the kitchen table. They’ve sat around many kitchen tables.

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I decide I’ll wear the gold ones tomorrow.

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I wake up, excited for a day of Glasses Claire. I walk into the bathroom, wash my face, splash water onto my bangs, blow dry them until they’re wispy and wild and free, then put in my contacts.

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I look in the mirror. Oh. I was supposed to wear my glasses. I knew that. I wanted that. I spent a lot of time last night thinking about that.

I recognize that my brain and body aren’t used to putting on my glasses in the morning. I’ve put my contacts in every morning since 7th grade – it’s an autopilot action.

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That’s okay. I’ll wear my contacts today, and tomorrow, I’ll try again to wear my glasses.