After beginning 2018 with a throat infection, a sinus infection and a fall down our stairs, this poem by Julie Hill Alger is giving me some very welcome perspective for this next trip around the sun:

Lesson 1

At least I've learned this much:
Life doesn't have to be
all poetry and roses. Life
can be bus rides, gritty sidewalks,
electric bills, dishwashing,
chapped lips, dull stubby pencils
with the erasers chewed off,
cheap radios played too loud,
the rank smell of stale coffee
yet still glow
with the inner fire of an opal,
still taste like honey.

—Julie Hill Alger