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Last week was bad, so bad it does not bear mentioning the details. Suffice to say that it was exactly the kind of week designed to drive me mad and force me to retreat into a dark hidey-hole of gloom. The heavy cast iron skillet of Life smacked me upside the head with one thing after another until I was quite battered and ready for permanent surrender. The worst blow came on Friday evening, but so too did a package of tangible love goodies from a dear friend.  The next morning, I went out into the oh-so-bright day wearing my favorite sunshine-yellow shirt and the world’s most fabulous, vibrant scarf, which had arrived on my doorstep exactly when I needed it. And life was good again, and has been ever since. I did not vanish into my hidey-hole for months on end like I usually do; I greeted the world with the sun.

Hello, world. I say hello to you every time I resurface from solitude, but although I wander through you in my better days, I rarely greet you this way. I don’t think I have ever properly introduced myself to you, so let me do so now. Hi, I’m Amy. I’m not all that easy to get to know: I am awkward, self-conscious, and shy. But you can see me in the smallest things: the wedding ring absently twisted so that the diamond nestles against my pinkie finger; the overly long sleeves that curl over my knuckles; the bright colors of my heart threaded into the scarf I wear; the cup of sunshine in my hand. Because I may be short and overweight and battlescarred and tired, but I am also a poet, an artist, a weaver of fairy tales and dreams. And I shine out of the storm clouds and dismal days. Oh, how I shine.

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