Sculpting

…..and the long-awaited day finally arrived like a prophet bearing gifts, yet she found the anticipated elegance and pulchritude of that lonely, beleaguered day fell far short of her lofty expectations. Her admittedly excessive enthusiasm was dashed.   The day felt rather ordinary, vapid…..not that much unlike any of the others which had preceded it.  And right then and there she was struck by an epiphany, one that would stick with her as her constant companion for the remainder of her days on Earth:  Every day IS exactly the same in character as the one which comes before it–twenty four hours in length and bounded by the sun’s appearance and subsequent disappearance on each of its ends–and thus it was entirely up to her to shape the thing in the manner in which she would like to see it unfold.  It was the substrate, the putty, the globby paper mache; she was the sculptor assigned to oversee this construction project on a regular, ongoing basis.  And with that life-changing realization came some overdue peace of mind—a natural tranquilizer which would help define her disposition and outlook on life from that pivotal point forward…..