The Background Story About Plan C Strategies #2: Smile all the time.

It was just another morning. Nothing outstanding. I was in my mid-50’s, if that counts for anything.

I don’t remember anything of the day. Yet, I made a huge leap in understanding how to “do all the things” we are told “we should” be doing in order “to be happy”.

It was still morning and I went upstairs to wash up. Usually I don’t really look at myself in the mirror. I am happy with my face and I focus on taking care of my skin. I am committed to aging without intervention.

This day, this regular not outstanding in any way day, I looked at myself in the mirror.

Really looked at myself.

What looked back at me was scary.

If I was the type to run around and scream about my body image (which I am not), this would have been a time when I would have flipped out!

I saw an angry, frazzled, fiercely unhappily lined face.

My face reflected a life spent pushing heavy rocks uphill.

Another way of putting it, my face had the expression of a life spent angry about being constipated, yet all the time was on the toilet.

WTF??? Was I really that unhappy? Is that what I was going to do to myself and my skin????? Where is the truth between how I think I feel about my life and how I really feel about my life????????? The existential angst poured out of me and back at the mirror.

I had no idea what to do. I went for the “opposite” because I had no idea what else to do. Oh, I wrote that already.

I had no idea what to do and I felt HORRIBLE looking at THAT face, MY FACE!!!

So I smiled. Just to see what that looked like, because I sure didn’t feel like smiling.

I immediately could see the happy lines in my face. I could see the sparkle in my eyes. What was reflected back looked MUCH BETTER. Especially the lines.

Then I relaxed my face.

Again, scary constipated woman who lives on the toilet TRYING all the time…Deep wrinkles all over my face.


Smoother skin. Happy wrinkles. Lit up eyes.

And I felt better inside, too.

What did I do?

I committed myself to focusing my attention, my thoughts on OBSERVING what my face was doing.

When I observed my face not smiling, I smiled.

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