Mop-nificent!

Shoes on,

off to fill a prescription.

While waiting,

explore the store.

Try lugging a beautiful mop,

With dubious balance,

and one hand.

Nearly miss the ride home,

Nearly, only nearly.

At home the real adventure begins.

And my wood floors look mop-nificent now.

Mopping my own floor,

Brings me the same pride

As my great LSAT score,

As my three-year-old niece’s,

ability to read Little Critter books to me.

What would life be,

without the small victories?

Published by sickybeat

I am a writer with an extremely active imagination. I love learning answers to questions and what makes everything and everyone tick. I am a "Unique case, medically" if nothing else. I am flawed in my extreme aversion to failure (even when "success" isn't good for me,) but have come a long way in ditching the perfectionist mindset. I like people whose default setting toward others is compassion, an open mind, and honesty

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