Day 173. The sun in shining. It does not ask permission. It does not give a flying eff what other people think of it. It does not doubt itself. It does not question itself. I really want to be like the sun. Don’t you? Guess what? You can. And so can I. Just get rid of your clouds and shine. Gave this to the greeter at Meijer who calls me “Smiley.” He is super shiny.