TODAY WILL BE A GOOD DAY

‘TODAY WILL BE A GOOD DAY’ the postcard on the bathroom mirror said. Clara stared at it until it just became a pink and green blur, and the daisies around the border were no more than squiggly lines. Today will be a good day. Today will be a good day. She counted to four while breathing in, then counted to six on the out breath. Today was a day for doing something new. Today was a day full of possibilities.

‘A comfort zone is a beautiful place, but nothing ever grows there,’ she whispered under her breath. Who said that? She couldn’t remember, but it was a good mantra for today. She drew her eyes away from the postcard and concentrated on her own reflection for a moment. Was she passable? Probably.

She’d picked out an outfit for the occasion - just jeans and a jumper, but it was a definite upgrade from the tracksuits she’d taken to wearing every day lately. The leggings and the baggy