FissionedSorting it out, one post at a time.

The miracle dawns upon me as I am attacking a fully grown sink of dirty dishes, or should I say; as I am bathing the baby Buddha.

It is important to appreciate the simple things. What if I didn’t have arms? Then I couldn't have been here, delightfully doing the dishes! Attitude is key. The glass is half-full.

Parallel to this life-affirming experience I listen to my new workout-mix. Actually, I had given up on the dream of entering my thirties in the shape of my life. After a series of failed attempts last spring, I lost all faith in my physique.

But diet buddy Karina is obnoxiously persistent and well trained in the art of persuasion. She never says: -When are we going to the gym? She's much more cunning than that. She asks: -When are we going to the gym tomorrow, which leaves me with very limited options.

Consequently, I was cajoled into another gym membership. I have also purchased brand new spandex shorts. When working out, it is wise to wear outfits that maximize one’s unattractiveness. Progress will be more easily detectable, I think.

Anyways, as I celebrate life by covering myself in soapsuds, I hear Michael Jackson sing a song I’ve heard many times before. And it hits me: He is singing about himself!

“I'm starting with the man in the mirror
I'm asking him to change his ways”

For eighteen years I have been convinced that Michael Jackson in this song addresses a character named: ”Man in the Mirror”. I haven't given too much thought into who this guy is supposed to be, but I have definitely picked up on Michael really, really wishing for him to change.

The man in the mirror must be a very powerful person, I have probably thought subconsciously; since the world would surely become a better place if he only took a look at himself.

Today, while doing the dishes, I realized that Michael is pleading for us all to wake up.

From now on, I too will start with the girl in the mirror.