... you don't get headaches.
Some of you out there might read that as poor Headless Hettie putting a silver lining around her greatest cloud, but that's not what I'm doing here at all. Rather, I've given you the first sentence of a syllogism and left you to reason your way to the conclusion.
I made someone very happy today. Ecstatically happy. He had a headache at bedtime last night ... and then he had me this morning.
We basked in one another; we bathed together afterward.
Shall I connect these dots for you?
I, as a person, lack quite a number of important things. But I don't let that bother me. In fact, where others see in me limitations because they compare me to themselves, I see only myself: a woman in the fullness of her feminine powers, kind and capable and gifted with joyful opportunities to take pleasure in pleasing the people who matter to me.
My world is not about a set of enclosing bounds. It is about what I encompass.I am beloved.
And I don't get headaches.
If either of these things makes you jealous, it is not because I am luckier than you. It's because you're not listening to what I'm trying to tell you.
Use your eyes, which I do not have. Use your ears as well -- I'm missing those too.
Examine your capacities. They are manifold, and golden.
Set beside them in comparison, what you are missing is small.
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